I just had the strangest conversation with the Judge in this probate case.
First she told me that after the paper work had been signed she read my blog. Then added that if the "sisters" refile she will have to recuse herself from hearing it again.
She said she didn't want to talk to me about the case, she wanted to know about Bruce. She said several days ago she had taken 8 wooden chairs to have leather seats put on them at the same place I talked about in my blog. She said she asked, Bettino, the older Italian man about Bruce. They did not know he had passed away. She said she really wished she hadn't been the one to tell them. They told her how he had came back later that day, with a building contractor and within 5 weeks the two floors above his business and the business had been completely finished. Then a week later, Bruce had paid to fly his family from Italy. He never asked for anything in return.
She said she was so touched by that,things I had said in court and my blog. She wanted to know more about him. I didn't know what to say that I hadn't already said about him.
I told her occasionally, he would say something, off the wall and funny. Bruce never passed by a car broke down on the side of the road without stopping. I don't care if we were on the freeway he always stopped. One night, after dark, we were coming back down from a trip to the mountains and a truck was sitting on the side of the road. You could tell someone was sitting in it. As, Bruce started easing over to stop. I started freaking out.
"What are you doing?" I yelled at him. "Haven't you seen what happens in horror movies? That man is going to jump out with a knife or chainsaw. That may just be a body propped up there and the killer is in the woods."
Bruce stopped the car and looked at me and said "Are you for real?" I started laughing because that didn't sound like something he would say. He got out and walked over to the truck then came back and said its an old man out of gas and we were going to take him to get gas. I said "I bet he's just a decoy and there's some 20 something year old bubba's in the woods waiting to kill us."
Bruce shook his head. When the old man walked over to the car I jumped in the back seat so the man could ride up front with Bruce
Bruce asked what I was doing, I whispered "in every horror movie the driver looks in the rear view mirror and the hitchhiker is in the back seat holding up a knife." Bruce smiled and the old man said "I could have got back there young lady." Bruce said, "She thinks you're a killer and she's going to jump out of a moving vehicle when you pull your knife out." The old man and Bruce started laughing. I didn't think it was funny. The old man said. "Son, you look like a man that knows how to put somebody down. I don't think I would take you on." I said "He knows karate." I have a t-shirt that says "I don't know karate, but I know crazy.' Bruce laughs everytime I wear it. So, after I said he knows karate (which he doesn't) Bruce said "Yes, and I know crazy and she is sitting in the back seat." I laughed and laughed because Bruce never said anything like that. He was always a suprise.
We were watching Dancing with the Stars and he wanted to take ballroom dancing. He was so good at it. I knew he would be, he was so graceful. We had such a great time. Our instructor would brag about how good he was. I always thought he had taken dance lessons before.
He owned a small cruiser yacht, he parked at the Carillon Point marina. Every Friday night, everyone who had a boat parked there would meet and have a cook out and play salsa music on the dock. Then Saturday's everyone would head out on the lake. Bruce was always a big hit. The German, who actually had rythm. Women always wanted to dance with him. I would sit there in amazement. It was like he turned into a different person.
He was certainly a contradiction and was always doing things to surprise me. He was good at putting things together, cooking, playing board games, skiing, fishing, sailing and listening. He couldn't carry a tune, but loved to sing. He sucked at bowling, but loved to go. He loved movies and hated sports.
