tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45212587683400912202008-04-26T07:39:09.434-07:00Anthony BeissnerBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521258768340091220.post-26183319932777630642008-04-24T10:07:00.001-07:002008-04-24T10:27:49.929-07:00My Dad truly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">admired</span> his brother Fred. One story he liked to tell is about the time Fred visited when Dad was building his first dental office. Fred walked up to one of the door frames that the workers has put up before they started setting the concrete blocks around it. "This isn't straight," Fred said. So my Dad went to find the workers to fix it. Fred didn't want to argue with them, so when my Day returned he saw how Fred had guaranteed that the frame would be rebuilt -- he had torn it down with a nearby sledge hammer. Dad always said the Fred knew how to get things done the way he wanted them done.Anthony Beissner