Letters to the Editor
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Leava Las Vegas
I would like to nominate Terminal 2 at McCarran in Las Vegas. You go to Terminal One and it's all glitz and clittering slots, sullen casino losers (which is most of us) and excited bachelorette party groups. Then roll into Terminal 2 and it's like the third world. Nobody speaks English. The place echoes in its emptiness. It's filthy. Add a few chickens and some salsa music on an ancient boom box and it would be a bus in Honduras.

