Of course not. But some Brooklynite writer clickbaitingly makes the case for rechristening Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport:
DFW is there like a gift from the literary gods, held in place by two great American cities with downright fantastic-working initials.
Some people would say such a change is outside of the realm of possibility — we know; we ran this idea past them, and they used that exact phrase in a bit of a huff. But then, logical validity is not a guarantee of truth. The IATA usually doesn’t change airport codes, due to inertia. Switching codes confuses employees and travelers alike. Such is not the case with DFW. The real hurdle is convincing the airport’s board of directors of the merits of sharing the name with an American author. That seems, to us, quite surmountable.
John Tilton of Dallas’ own Lucky Dog Books humors the writer by pretending to take the proposal seriously:
“Dallas isn’t a literary enough place,” he told me. “Ten percent of people would know who (Wallace) is.” Like the sky itself, there’s nowhere to go but up for this notion.
He’s got a way to go with his White House petition for the cause:
