On our last trip home to Michigan, my boyfriend and I took public transportation. Round-trip, this     takes two buses, two trains, and two long layovers in Chicago. Clanking through the Gary rail yards and  the Michigan trees, the porter announcing all those curiously beautiful names–Dowagiac, Kalamazoo, Owosso– the trip is slow, but presents a host … Continue reading All These Voices: Peter Orner’s Last Car Over the Sagamore Bridge