Marco Polo – Passengers Journal
Before my cousin Bobby died in his garage in Arizona, he had stayed with me in Washington, DC for one brief period when we were in our twenties. Before Bobby showed up for treatment at DC’s Walter Reed Hospital with a shattered arm from falling off a tank during his deployment to Bosnia, we were children in the summer at our grandparents’ house in Grand Island, NY.
The road my grandparents lived on was flat, crossing the island right down the middle. The house was white. In the yard, there was