Imagine if you will, looking through the darkened glass of terminal A at Kansas City International. There at the bar is a ghostly image of James Dean, his arms folded across the bar, his stare--far away. Beyond him on the ramp are other faint images, tails of jetliners: Braniff, TWA, and Vanguard. You see US Air less faint, but the dark blue is not as brilliant as it once was. Dean snuffs out his cigarette and vanishes. The smoke lingers---the other images do not.
Terminal "A" MCI "The Terminal of Broken Dreams"
Terminal "A" MCI "The Terminal of Broken Dreams"