A $137 million three-mile train is coming to a nearly deserted avenue in a bankrupt city. Growing up in the 1940s, Robert Fogelson remembers banging on the typewriter and peering out the window at his fathers office in a Manhattan skyscraper. Then "[my dad] would take us for lunch to a nearby Schrafts, a chain of restaurants that was popular with housewives like my mother, who regularly went downtown to shop to socialize ...or to meet my father for a play or a movie." Fogelson hadnt decided yet what he would do with his life, "[b]ut I took it for granted,"...