It's around noon on a Monday and Del Snyder is sitting on the bow of his houseboat in a lawnchair in the shade of an awning. He looks ahead to a long narrow stretch of the Delta, the levees lined with trees on one side and parked motorhomes on the other.
"This is the place to be at the end of the evening," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Throw a steak on the barbecue, have a couple of beers and you're ready to rock."
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