Here's Rupert's e-mail, which kind of made this day even better than it already was:
... and the flagon with the dragon has the brew that is true.
As from my terrace overlooking the Hudson (that's a river, we have them on the east coast) I watch the Annual Kimmler's Day Parade with The Mummers-like band playing a medley of "I Love Fish" and "I'm in Love with a Wonderful Guy Haines," my thoughts all stray to you, as they well might seeing as there is a giant balloon of you being held down to Earth by Susan Dey, Lynda Day (George), Laraine Day, and Doris Kappelhoff because it's Bru-Babe's Birth Day. And it is held down to Earth because you're a down-to-Earth Guy, and that brings us back to Mister Haines. So thinking of you today, Bruce, and wishing you a splendid December 8th even amidst a fucking plague. If everyone would have just stayed inside alone and listened to every CD you've made possible, this never would have happened. Just goes to show that you knew what you were doing. And that makes me even prouder to know you and to be you.
Much love and gratitude today and every day for your incredible artistry in the many, many forms it takes,
Rupert