ABSTRACT
WHERE BETTER to begin an essay on utopian America than in Dallas / Fort Worth's new Terminal D? On the mezzanine there is a coffee shop that calls itself a coffee studio and, in addition to very decent coffee, has little bags of chocolate-covered Rice Krispies. These ingredients are revealed only in the fine print on the bottom of the package: the part of the label that is meant to be read says "Taste Love." Whoa! Make note: here, in microcosm, is utopian America.
