Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

I drove home in the dark with my headlights cutting through the autumn mist, the image of Robert’s desk calendar burned into my mind.

By seven o’clock the next morning, I had the rusted flour tin and our grandfather’s leather-bound 1937 journal spread across the dining room table.

Clara, my younger sister, was already lifting the dining chairs two by continue reading …