Dewdrops glisten, mist swirls, blades of grass thrust upward toward sky. Sun rises through dense fog, imparting silvery glow onto landscape. Alone on the porch of stately 1890 manor home Marjorie Greenwich sips coffee, hears echoes of a familiar voice. "Build it. " the wind whispers. "They shall come." She stares outward, feeling as if a crystal ball now encapsulates her century-old residence and surrounding acreage of tobacco plants. Weeks later Marjorie hires crews to uproot plantation, begin construction of a baseball diamond. Soon the self-made millionairess will welcome her favorite te... Show more