The Boxer

Grandpa Al, in his heyday.

Man, could that guy eat ice cream. Dryer's Vanilla. He kept it hard as a rock and cut it out of the carton with a butter knife, 2-3 inch giant cylinders, served on a dinner plate. Eaten with a spoon in one hand, a butter knife in the other. He gave me that much, too. Always.

"That's too much ice cream," Grandma would say. "She'll get a tummy ache."

"Oh, Amy."

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