I met Boe in high school.  We spent many summer nights cruising in his ford mustang convertible.  I remember Bocek getting that car airborne crossing the tracks by Veteran’s park to escape an attack in the year of the great egg wars.       In the winter we plowed parking lots and friends driveways with his willies Jeep.  Pete’s on Irving was one of our clients.  We never charged him so we ate for free and somehow there was always a gallon of red wine by the back door.    Bocek was always a really great guy to be around.  He had a wide variety of friends and seemed comfortable in any circle.    He was a regular in the Tortilla Flats crowd, fishing, swimming and getting drunk in the Kankakee strip mines.    When the bad guys in town were going to bust some heads at a summer dance in Elk Grove.  We all went along in a show of support and curiosity.  Our battle dress of flip flops, shorts and t-shirts definitely showed us to not be the serious fighters.  But, the Elk Grove Police set a trap.  Boe was one of about 30 guys who got busted that night for ‘mob action.’      But that’s the kind of guy he was, friends with everyone, and always ready for a good time.