Airports, until the check-in point, are like life. One must wait in line and feel the pangs of mediocrity. At the front of the line, one is in, as the Catholics call it, Limbo. Fate has yet to be decided. One is certainly concerned that Gabriel, the gate-checker, will say “None for you.” After the check-in point, should admittance be allowed, the
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