It's 10:30pm two days before 9/11. I'm getting home after a 3 week whirlwind trip to mid America. This airport, Salt Lake City, is a brightly lit aorta of activity with thousands and thousands of people coming, going, jamming the bright new shops, pubs and restaurants. Perhaps they are getting vital calories to endure the insanely long walk from the front curb to the B gates. Masks and distancing? Yes, but they come off and stay off at the drinking hole. Shop closures? Not here; it's hopping 24/7. Such a contrast to the dark and quiet rows of shops in...