BY FROMA HARROP I was hungry and between flights at Atlanta’s airport, “the world’s busiest.” So I wandered the corridor looking for a clean place to sit and eat something not dripping in grease. There was no such place in Terminal D. The “restaurants” were crowded bars with few seats, soiled tabletops and junk-food menus. […]
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