The airport perfectly captures all that I love and hate about my hometown.
HATE:
the tinny, manufactured sounds of minor jackpots
shifty-eyed locals at the airport for dubious reasons
the hourly arrival of groups of frat boys who are here to “get their drink on”
LOVE:
locals navigating through security in 15 minutes while tourists spend 2 hours trying to figure out where the line is
chrome palm trees and neon (where else?)
wandering around with a gin&tonic in one hand, cigarette in the other, watching an elvis impersonator get the shake-down from TSA (this really happened)