One late afternoon in 1989, on my way from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, I stopped for gas at what we used to call the ‘halfway point,’ a small high-desert California town named Barstow.
Bruce was so hospitable that he instructed his household staff to let Peace Corps volunteers through the gate and into his house even when he himself was not at home.
Bruce was so hospitable that he instructed his household staff to let Peace Corps volunteers through the gate and into his house even when he himself was not at home.
John, Thanks for remembering that.... I had forgotten it.
Now that is a mischievous face!
And a mischievous man to go with it, Kent!
He was a wonderful guy to know.