Deepo

"This is the nucleus, the nucleus," said the Colonel, unrolling his map. "Here is the deepo, the church, the City Hall and so on."

You'll find it so in every place. Sometimes it's water, sometimes it's a car track, and sometimes a deepo, but it's always there, though more'n likely there ain't no real line exceptin' the one what's drawn in folks' fool heads.

Then I put him on leash, and the two of us walked around and around that great granite temple of travel. It's the Parthenon of transportation. Marge; imagine my eyes for it after nineteen years of eye-feast on our "deepo!"

Every day the trains disgorged their multitude of bewildered boys and girls, men and women, sick in their souls of cows and corn and spaces, into the iron "deepos" from which a trolley car, harassed by its curves, would carry them into a new life, for better or worse.

Therefore, the deepo was our leading social center. No one came into or left town unnoticed; he or she was sure to be seen boarding or leaving the train.