There are a few places that get me missing my Grandpa Farrer. Occasionally, it is in a section of clothing racks that resemble the old Logan mall area he'd walk us through for a new school shirt. Always, it is at the Utah State Creamery. When we'd visit my grandparents in Logan, us kids would often pile into the car with him and drive the few blocks for a scoop of ice cream. After peering through the glasscase display, we'd select the BEST flavor. With choice in hand, we'd head outside to sit atop the cement retaining walls. We'd slowly lick away the drips in the summer heat.
My kids lined up along the exact same cement walls last week. Not much has changed there. While watching them, I savored my chocolate almond and carmel cashew scoops and the chance to remember Grandpa in such a traditionally wonderful place. Things are good over Aggie icecream.
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