As I lifted my luggage into the back of a Toyota Voyager, the Uber driver “Tony” grunted in acknowledgment. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with an unrecognized sports logo and school name. He asked me where I planned on going after Bradley International Airport; I smiled and told him I was heading to Atlanta to conduct research. Tony looked up at me through his rearview mirror and furrowed his bushy white and gray eyebrows, “Atlanta? What are you…
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