How Grandpa Balanced a Paint Can and an Ice Cream Cone

Grandpa and me and the hardware store made three.

A hardware store trip with grandpa always started with a need for a gallon of paint or a certain sized screw and ended with a scoop or two of ice cream. I’d tag along knowing he would reward me with a cold treat if I was good. Good, meaning I didn’t knock over the glass jars that lined the shelves, and I kept my lips zipped until old man Cross acknowled…