Sloss Furnace, very near downtown, was still in operation when I moved here in 1971, belching fire into the night sky as I drove by on the First Avenue Viaduct. It's now a museum.
Birmingham also became a transportation center, and any night we're here shooting, the trains are constantly rumbling past.
As the sun goes down and the lights slowly come up, the nickname the Magic City seems to come to life for me.
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