Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

in the window.

“We need to clear this room by noon,” Clara said. “The appraiser is coming. He is strict. Very strict.”

I ignored her and pulled open the bottom drawer of our grandfather’s roll-top desk.

Under a stack of blank tax forms from the fifties sat a small, leather-bound journal with the year 1937 stamped on the spine in faded continue reading …