From Tim

One thing I remember about my dad was the size of his hands - big. Of course, as a child any adult hand would be big - but even as an adult when I held my hand up next to his his was markedly bigger. He'd give me a pair of gloves that would never fit. As a kid riding around in the car with him he'd lay his hand down on the seat next to me, palm up and say "give me a little skin." I'd rub his palm with mine. It was always a nice comfort.