We are moving my grandparents 93 and 87 from their apartment into my parents house this week. As part of the moving my brother Ryan pointed out this strange pillar in the corner of the garage. It took me a moment to even figure out what it was. It's all the (empty) buckets of ice cream that the two of them have eaten together. Apparently? The secret to a long and happy life? Is tons and tons of ice cream.