Love it or hate it, the Queen City's other name has stuck. We're smack in the middle of New Hampshire's largest city, where half-naked boys are killing a scorching afternoon on the dirty concrete slopes of the local skate park. Here, down the street from the city's old baseball stadium, a Memorial High School freshman smears a cracked paintball on the ground while, nearby, two Central High School teens flirt beside a graffiti-covered wall. The kids here have been living in Manchester all their lives, but not one of them ever calls it that. Because these days, when you're a...