10/11/2026
Eleven years ago, through good fortune, dumb luck, and the magnetism that is EMCG, I was welcomed in by these fine folks.
We come together every year to play music, play games, eat like we’re kings, and honor one particularly special man no longer with us.
My son, Ian—always the great observer—shared as a reflection, “Imagine that you lived life so well that this is how you’re honored.”
Can’t think of a better way to sum it up.
Let your Bruce loose 2026, one for the ages.