This is the story of a Cinderella city. Its ingredients are not rhetorical narrative or moral criticism. It aligns the past as an organic process very much like the trains moving in and out of the long, narrow depot, rather than assembles facts to form a mosaic of incidents portraying its yesterdays in gathering its tomorrows. Here the concern is not the activity of politicians, the doings of county officials, schedules of railroad men, but the social...