Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

the car window blew across my lap.

The sight of the handwritten contest entry cards inside the rusted flour tin.

I left the rusted flour tin securely locked in my trunk when I walked back into the historical society building the next morning.

The cool air in the hallway smelled of floor wax and wet wool, but Robert’s office on the second floor was warm,continue reading …