I believe all of us old timers have a story about our good friend Bruce.
Each time he came to California he would give me a call. My wife and I would meet him for dinner and we would trade chips. He had three bags of chips and he would go lookiing in my books and get the chips he wanted. I would look in bag one or two for the chips I could use. My wife would say "what did he have in the third bag???" I would say the better chips, maybe his lunch for the next day I really dont know as I never had chips that he would open that bag up. I think of him all the time....he was a one of a kind person GREAT.