Growing up being around the Smith family since I can barely walk was nothing short of memorable. Aside from the sporadic hazardous environment trying to decipher who was the intended target of Tante Helga's wooden flip flop me, Tim, or Dirk...it was most likely Tim, BUT wherever the turmoil was, Uncle Torchy swooped in to defuse the situation. Memories of times I had to get between my own two boys, now grown men, reminded me of seeing Uncle Torchy in action with Dirk and Tim (of course always Dirk's fault), but the discussions about his football days playing and coaching, (getting my butt chewed for always palming the signed football trophy on top of the TV), advice or ideas he gave me when I asked him, and the ability he had to make me laugh 100% of the time if I needed cheering up or just to break up whatever me and Tim were doing... I can go on. Lots of fond memories I'll always have of my Uncle Torchy.