The Golden Road
Grand Central Terminal in 1922 smelled of diesel and ambition. Ellis Hartley stood on the platform with a leather suitcase that contained three changes of clothes, a worn copy of Emerson's essays, and a letter of recommendation from a professor who felt sorry for him. He was twenty-one, from a town in Kansas called Wellington that had a population of 10,837 and a movie theater that showed the...
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