Funny story about Bruce and his house.
My brother works at Gettysvue, and one night this past summer, he was driving around near closing time to make sure all of the carts had been returned. He came across a guy putting on one of the holes with his son, and as luck would have it, that guy turned out to be Bruce Pearl. My brother was obviously shocked for a minute, but they talked for a little while, and like anybody who's exchanged words with Bruce, he came back telling me what a personable guy he is. When my brother got into his cart to head back towards the clubhouse, Bruce said something along the lines of, "There's a key right over there, so if you ever feel like grabbing a beer, be my guest."