One of my fondest memories of my Grandma Franck was during a trip that Charlene and I made to her house many years ago.  She served us ice cream and as she emptied the container, she placed it on the kitchen floor for our beagle Gordon to enjoy the remains.  We all smiled as we saw Gordon concentrate so hard, while licking out every last bit of ice cream and scooting the container across the floor.

Well, considering that this evening is baseball’s All-Star game, it seems only fitting that tonight I honor an All-Star in my life, Grandma Franck.

Eat up, Kirby.  This one is on Grandma Franck.  Somewhere Gordon the Beagle is smiling.