One of Joe Rago's greatest pleasures in life was staying up all night with his Phi Delta Alpha brothers and then heading to Lou's for an early morning breakfast. It was a tradition he began as a student and continued as an alum up until his final visit to the iconic Hanover restaurant a few months ago.
Joe was in town for reunion weekend. His waitress that day was Becky Schneider, a woman who'd served him so often through the years that the two of them had become friends. He ordered his regular breakfast of two eggs over easy with dry wheat toast, dousing his food with hot sauce, a condiment he applied as liberally to a greasy breakfast plate as to a fancy dinner of seafood. Before he left, he took Becky's hand and made her a promise. He said he'd do everything in his power to help her publish the memoir she was working on.
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