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Bruce was on our corridor (Pocumtuck II) during his time at Deerfield and reminded me of no one so much as James Dean: quizzical, disgruntled, a prickly intelligence that made him great fun to be around. He'd lounge on his bed most every evening — and all day Saturday — reading, kvetching, parsing the days events with sly humor. He'd deliver a barbed remark deadpan, eyes averted, and would then glance up quickly, grinning, to see if you had caught the irony. He was a real Westerner, I decided, never having known anyone else from the far side of the Hudson. We were sorry when he decided not to return after Christmas vacation (if memory serves) but not surprised. He needed wide open spaces and a 50-mile view to the horizon. - Jed