Cincinnati is one of those airports that was a bustling hub once, but is no longer. The facilities therefore are totally outsized for the flights and passengers, and you see huge empty spaces as shown in this picture I took tonight as I was walking in B Concourse, my footsteps echoing in the emptiness.
It’s like a neutron bomb went off, or you’ve suddenly been shoved into one of those post-apocalyptic episodes of The Twilight Zone. You expect to see a tumbleweed rolling down the concourse, or zombies staggering past. It adds an exciting thrill of weirdness to the pleasures of business travel.