Wandering through the Museum of Natural History last week, Drew and I were talking about my impressions of the Long Beach Airport. Going to school in Southern California over the last few years, Drew had flown out of there on a number of occasions. He noted that the front of the terminal was even worse than my experiences with the "concourse." He said that pulling up to the terminal you would think that you were at a Third World Bus Station, rather than an airport in a major metropolitan area.
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