Sometimes I wonder if, back in the roaring 1990s, all those black families who lived in shanty shacks and cracker houses and cement block apartments just outside downtown West Palm Beach put a hex on the city when they moved out. They'd been relocated, evicted, or strongly encouraged to sell so their homes could be bulldozed for what eventually became the uppercrusty live/shop complex City Place. That was supposed to be the beginning of a renaissance for a city that has been limping on gimpy legs ever since, frantic to attract businesses that will put down stakes and draw lots of jolly people to ride in those empty horse-drawn carriages and quaint little trolley cars.... More >>>