The Promise of J.F.K.: The Place Where America Meets the World

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The approach to Terminal 4, at the John F. Kennedy International Airport, is traditionally a clogged and stumbling route. By car, most mornings, drop-off traffic has a way of backing up before the curb starts, leaving travellers to lurch from S.U.V.s and town cars and drag their bags across a life-sized Frogger game. A subway arrival means a toe-crushing rush on escalators packed with suitcases, jerky trains that do not have enough handrails, and slippery floors where foot traffic collides in all directions. The goal is to get just beyond the X-ray machines, where the world—or so we hope—moves fast and freely once again.

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