I have so many stories from staying at his rented cottage for 3-4 weeks of the year for about 13 years, but the most obvious is when he let me help build a fence. It was a wooden fence above a newly built cement wall beside his house, to prevent erosion and serve as the parking area. I remember being so thrilled at helping, even though I was just driving some nails with a hammer.  To me, it was a special feeling that he gave me that responsibility, because I hadn't ever done that type of work before and I was probably only 10 or so.  Bruce was a builder and tireless worker, always had a joke ready to go, and was always funny in one way or another.  He was an easy person to look up to and admire.  I'll never forget those childhood memories at the Larmer's cottage, nor will I ever forget Bruce.