Mr. and Mrs. Tucker are like a second set of parents to me. They always made their home an inviting and welcoming place to hang out. And we certainly took advantage of their generosity for many years! We played loud rock music, we ate their food, we drank warm beer straight from the end table and we played countless hours of pool, and some of us even broke a window or two. But the thing is with people like the Tuckers is that they treated us as if we were their own sons and they never made us feel like we were intruding on their lives. They fostered an environment of kindness and unselfishness. I think they truly wanted all of us to be lifelong friends, achieve success in whatever area we chose and become good men. I suspect that they, at times, had their doubts about the last part! The great thing was that we as young men had an exemplary role model in Mr. Tucker. He was always friendly, smart, hard working and generous. One incident perfectly exemplifies the kind of man that he was. When one of Bruce's idiot friends fixed his car incorrectly and it broke down south of San Clemente, Mr. Tucker rented a tow bar and spent most of a Saturday driving down to San Clemente and back towing said idiot and his car all the way back to Placentia. He was genuinely glad to help and expected nothing in return. He wouldn't even let me pay him back for the tow bar. The bottom line with Mr. Tucker was if you were a friend of Bruce's then you were a friend of his. I will never forget this good and kind man and the example that he set for all of us. Our heartfelt condolences to all of you.