Before I moved to SF my daughter Martha made Ken Bruce my son-in-law. Having a personal interest in Operations Research, I was fascinated with Ken's role in shaping the policies of SF city and county affairs through the Harvey Rose office. It amazed me to find that the firm could maintain its credibility for delivering sound, politically impartial analyses despite all political pressures. I enjoyed Ken's recounting the process of resolving many of the difficult issues facing the city. As a new city resident, I consulted with him at election time to get the full story behind the many propositions.

On many occasions both during and after his marriage to Martha, Ken was a trusted source of advice as my extended family needed help in negotiating issues with community at-large.

Knowing Ken as a brainy and practical analyst, I was pleased to find that on a visit to our summer cabin in Newfoundland, Ken could pitch in with brawn as well. As I was framing a studio addition to the cabin he lightened the load by nailing up wall and roof sheathing and seemed to relish the experience.

On my 75th (or was it 80th?) Ken stopped by and presented me with a "shooting stick" he had just found. Being quite active and mobile at the time, I took it as wry joke and my shooting stick sat in our umbrella rack for years. Then as my aging back began acting up I started using it in walking the hills around the Newfy cabin. Now, still later, I carry it whenever I go out. For too long I procrastinated on my intention to drop in a the Connecticut Yankee at happy hour to thank him and share a drink or two. Yesterday, with some of the family, I managed to do so and picked up on the vibes Ken so much loved.

It has been many years now, since being divorced from Martha, yet he's been generous in passing on his love of baseball and the Giants to my grandson, Daniel. He remained a loved and important part of our family gatherings and we will miss him.