Every morning the BART train to Union City is full of quiet somber commuters. Every evening the train from Union City is full of clinically deranged whoopers, taunters, and declaimers. I can't help wondering what Union City does to these people during the day. But some fearful premonition prevents me from finding out for myself....

Union City Homes & Gardens: The tall cast-iron fence holds the piles of litter firmly in place and the well-trimmed lawn sets them off to best advantage.