I will never forget my old friend Bruce. Many years ago I was a young Carpenter/ contractor, Bruce hired me to do some work on the big old building next to his house,that one job turned into the beginning of a long and trusting friendship, We became so close I worked For many years on his own house when his mom was alive. Bruce add I drove up to the house Overlooking the lake in Connecticut A few times for me to do work up there it was beautiful He would pull out the picture of the helicopter shot from above and tell me the history of his family it was very Intriguing. I worked In every part of the old building from the basement to the roof an Rebuilt all the doors To the garages in the yard Even Their other house next to their main house on the corner. He loved that red Cadillac. He had a ritual after his breakfast I would meet him and do whatever had to be done,unfortune I was in an accident and many years to recover. Through out the years I would drive up To his house leave notes and letters but I have never heard back, I was sad to hear that he passed without talking to my old friend, Rest in piece Bruce. You're old friends Anthony Carchia