Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

porch, a small piece of metal marking the end of sixty-two years of our family’s presence on this hill.

“The movers said they would reach the townhouse by noon,” Clara said, her voice dropping.

She was referring to her new place near the park, a quiet two-bedroom unit with a small concrete patio and no lawn to mow. The sale of our grandfather’s continue reading …