At the Atlantic City club meetings, Bruce always showed up early to claim a table, usually the in 2nd row on the left side of the aisle, to show his chips for sale. When you approached his table he was facing away from you and you could see a serious look on his face as he pondered some issue. But as soon as you were in front of him, he looked up and flashed you the warmest welcome smile you've ever seen. What I will always remember about Bruce is not any of the dozens of chips I bought from him, but his smile. It made you feel welcome, like you were meeting your best buddy.