Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

gold leaf.

My silver charm bracelet clinked against the brass drawer pull as I lifted the book out.

“Martha, put that down,” Clara said, her tape gun squealing as she pulled another strip. “We are keeping the furniture, not the trash. Throw it in the green bin.”

I opened the cover anyway.

On the very first page, my grandfather’s neat, draftsman handwriting continue reading …