Los Angeles' International Airport resembles a surrealist skid row, composed of a group of crumbling temporary buildings painted in sick and faded shades of pink and green. Gum wrappers and blobs of melting ice cream litter the floors; jammed in the corridors are scales, fortunetelling machines, knickknack shops, gum dispensers, rusty refuse baskets, and hundreds of blinking neon lights. To get to and from their planes, passengers must walk nearly a quarter of a mile. This week Los Angeles' embarrassment over this disgrace came to an end as Vice President Lyndon Johnson...
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