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Call it two tales of one city. At one time, a neighborhood a few blocks away from Main Street would have been considered a different world.
You feel an apology coming on even before you get there. It's about the name. About the fact that this is a story about a historic black community in Kentucky and that this distasteful word -- "lynch" -- is going to be uttered with some kind of deep civic pride.
The dyed-in-the-wool Presbyterians of a certain age still come to the community center for lunch. They've lived here for a lot of their lives, sure of their faith in the Lord and this place which has changed so much since they got here back in, oh, 1938 or so.