Hi, all, I was saddened to see that Bruce had died, this site is the first I heard about it. I didn't keep up with him at all, but my life was changed by two interactions with him. The first: touch football during gym class, he wore spikes and no one else did. We were headed in the same direction, he fell ahead of me, so I was going to just jump over him. Back then, I could jump. But he didn't believe I could jump over that enormous head of his, or something, so he stuck his leg out to stop me. The spikes landed on the lower inside left knee, and I was on the ground for a while. He said he thought he whacked me where it counts, because of the pitiable sounds I was making. That knee still hurts if something bumps that spot. Thanks a lot, Bruce. Big Head. Oh, but wait. A year and a half later I foolishly swam out way too far into lake Washington to chase something for some kid.... and I was kinda intense when on a chase, and I ran out of gas. The shore was very far away. I was having a lot of trouble staying afloat and breathing. And Guess Who comes along in a powerboat!?!? It was Bruce. He said, "would you like a ride back?" Those were among the sweetest words I ever heard. That was half a century ago, and maybe I would not have been able to live this half century were it not for Bruce. Every since that day, no hard feelings about the knee. When it hurts, I say a little thank you for all these years.
In 1965, Bruce taught my how to deliver newspapers for the Seattle Times. Later I took over his route, which I really needed because I had just been licensed as a ham radio operator (WN7CSK) and desperately needed money to build my first station. It paid about $30 per month. Never knew him as Hack!
Diane Wilson (Wilson-Simon)
Sid. Olufs
Hi, all, I was saddened to see that Bruce had died, this site is the first I heard about it. I didn't keep up with him at all, but my life was changed by two interactions with him. The first: touch football during gym class, he wore spikes and no one else did. We were headed in the same direction, he fell ahead of me, so I was going to just jump over him. Back then, I could jump. But he didn't believe I could jump over that enormous head of his, or something, so he stuck his leg out to stop me. The spikes landed on the lower inside left knee, and I was on the ground for a while. He said he thought he whacked me where it counts, because of the pitiable sounds I was making. That knee still hurts if something bumps that spot. Thanks a lot, Bruce. Big Head. Oh, but wait. A year and a half later I foolishly swam out way too far into lake Washington to chase something for some kid.... and I was kinda intense when on a chase, and I ran out of gas. The shore was very far away. I was having a lot of trouble staying afloat and breathing. And Guess Who comes along in a powerboat!?!? It was Bruce. He said, "would you like a ride back?" Those were among the sweetest words I ever heard. That was half a century ago, and maybe I would not have been able to live this half century were it not for Bruce. Every since that day, no hard feelings about the knee. When it hurts, I say a little thank you for all these years.
Paul (Aka Tad) Cook
In 1965, Bruce taught my how to deliver newspapers for the Seattle Times. Later I took over his route, which I really needed because I had just been licensed as a ham radio operator (WN7CSK) and desperately needed money to build my first station. It paid about $30 per month. Never knew him as Hack!