Remember segregation. When I arrived in Greensboro at the end of my train trip last week it was at the restored 1920’s train depot. Originally built by the Southern Railway Corp. and turned over to the city upon Southern’s dissolution. It had fallen into a state of severe disrepair in 40 years. It was essentially rebuilt a few years ago at a cost of millions. Almost every detail has been restored, including the hand painted map of the eastern seaboard rail lines and the chalk board for arrivals and departures. There are blank spaces on the walls here and there, though, and I asked my dad later on what had been in those spots. Dad had taken a lot of trains in his youth and remembered the depot’s former glory. I knew that answer before he said it. “Colored water fountains.”