An orange half-moon hung low over the Hudson highlands and the broad, dark Hudson River. A few villagers who had been fishing for white perch pulled up their lines, strolled across the New York Central tracks to the little concrete platform of the Hyde Park railroad station. When the President's special train slid around the bend from Poughkeepsie, a cluster of 50 townfolk in light dresses, in shirt sleeves and slacks toed the edge of the platform. They left the graveled parking space free for Franklin Roosevelt. "We know where we're supposed...
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