        He flipped off the TV.  If three men could get into a tiny aluminum capsule and be shot into space, he could get into his canoe and paddle out to North Fox Island.  He sometimes fancied himself following in the footsteps of explorers, now it was time to lead.  The only difference between visionaries and crazies was whether or not they succeeded—or, in some cases, failed nobly.  Either way, he was going to try.  