When I think of Mr. Smith, I think of his big smile and his big heart. Growing up around him and his family was a privilege. Once he took Terry and I fishing. We overnighted at his house, he herded us though the predawn hours into his jeep and down to Bellefonte to go trout fishing. When we got there he discovered that one of us had closed the jeep door on a fishing rod and broken the end off. There was some under the breath mutter in a foreign language, but then he fixed them and we went on our way. For some, that would have been the end of the trip. But not for him. He made things work and we had a great time. All my memories of Mr. Smith are good ones. Condolences to Mrs. Smith, Tom, Terry and families.