Waiting in Boston’s Logan Airport with my son, the excitement so heightened that we had to call someone. No cell phones yet. The public phone was the avenue to call dad in Michigan. “We’re on our way to Miami, the on to Guatemala. I heard Michael say. He is a Leo and Leo’s are bound…
He is our family historian, he moves around the world with ease, discovering family secrets, uncovering lost traces. “I found the ship’s manifest online,” he said. “Shows the date and time Grandma Benzli arrived from Europe, with her Uncle John and sister, Betty.” Seeing the document I felt I had touched history, a fantasy made…