Bruce and I formed a group with Greg Fernley and Mark Randle named ”The Subways” we spent many hours playing our songs and dreaming our dreams, we played our songs on the steps of East High the first day of our sophomore year… our group had been together only a few weeks before that gig… the four of us were inseparable in those early days we would piled onto my Honda 50 or into my Morris Minor rag top and roamed the streets… great memories…
His death was the first of many in my life and yet I still feel the great pain of his passing as if it were yesterday. What a tremendous loss of a good young man. He will always be in my heart.
Bruce and I didn't really know one another well, other than to say hey as we passed in the hall. However, one memory of Bruce stays with me. Bruce had a thing he enjoyed doing as he came down the hallway towards the supply room. When he made the turn in the hallway he would slide his brief case toward the supply room. The objective of this exercise being to put his briefcase at the threshold of the supply room. I can't remember the name of the lady who operated the supply room, but she loved Bruce. After his tragic death she was devistated. I believe she probably thought of Bruce often in this life.
Bruce, you and I would acknowledge each other with a nod as we passed in the hallway. You made a memorable impression on me.
Barry Hansen
Bruce and I formed a group with Greg Fernley and Mark Randle named ”The Subways” we spent many hours playing our songs and dreaming our dreams, we played our songs on the steps of East High the first day of our sophomore year… our group had been together only a few weeks before that gig… the four of us were inseparable in those early days we would piled onto my Honda 50 or into my Morris Minor rag top and roamed the streets… great memories…His death was the first of many in my life and yet I still feel the great pain of his passing as if it were yesterday. What a tremendous loss of a good young man.
He will always be in my heart.
Stephen Matern
Bruce and I didn't really know one another well, other than to say hey as we passed in the hall. However, one memory of Bruce stays with me. Bruce had a thing he enjoyed doing as he came down the hallway towards the supply room. When he made the turn in the hallway he would slide his brief case toward the supply room. The objective of this exercise being to put his briefcase at the threshold of the supply room. I can't remember the name of the lady who operated the supply room, but she loved Bruce. After his tragic death she was devistated. I believe she probably thought of Bruce often in this life.
Bruce, you and I would acknowledge each other with a nod as we passed in the hallway. You made a memorable impression on me.