When my parents decided to move from Anaheim to Placentia in 1968, I was in the 4th grade, and thought I'd never find new friends like the ones I was leaving behind. Who would have known this Tcuker family that came from s strange place called Canada would grow into a second family for me and a few other very lucky guys. Our friendships continue to this day, and part of the reason are the examples our parents set for us, and Vic (and Marg) were pretty awesome folks. It didn't mater when we showed up at the Tucker home, there was always a happiness that surrounded a remarkable and amazing group of friends of Bruce that really were (and are) treated like family. It was a little odd that this family wanted to talk about this strange sport played on ice skates called hockey when I knew about baseball and basketball, but that started a love of a game which is now my favorite sport. (go Ducks!) Vic allowed Bruce to turn the garage at times into a puck-shooting gallery on occasion, and I can remember the wall of black puck marks that was created when Bruce let me try out my hockey prowess, with never a complaint from Vic. We were always at one of our houses hanging out, and when we were at the Tucker home, we were treated as "second sons". Ah, the days of spam and pcikle sandwiches! When the pool table arrived at the Tucker home, we played endless games, usually won by Vic (or Bruce!). Afterwards, there was always a nice room temperature beer in the end table awaiting us, with great conversation, becasue when Vic asked how you were doing, he really wanted to know. He always had the time to listen to your answer, and I can never remember a time when he complained about anything. He was a treasure! My first day on skis was courtesy of Vic and Bruce - Vic spent the morning patiently teaching me the basics, and then Bruce decided I was ready for the top of the hill. I wasn't, but while Bruce was laughing hysterically at me, Vic got me down the hill. How and why he trusted four of us to later drive his van to Utah for a ski trip is beyond me, but he did, and we (and the van) survived. I can't count the number of hours spent with Vic (and Marg) but I wouldn't trade those days for anything. I could go on, but suffice it to say that he will be missed by all. Marg, Bruce and Sandi, our thoughts are with you, and we look forward to seeing you all soon.