Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

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“Evelyn,” I said, walking up the driveway.

She stopped, holding the box against her coat, her hands clasped tightly over the cardboard lid.

“Martha, you should not be here,” she said, using her formal, measured tone.

“I found this in the library archives,” I said, holding my phone screen toward her.

Evelyn looked at the black-and-white continue reading …