It may go on snowing forever,but meanwhile, how he’s baskingin the sun of his own multi-tasking!He’s perched erect on his throne,looking down on the airport food court,as the silver snail of a cell-phoneearpiece hooked to his earhangs on his every word.No way to cut him shortuntil the runways are clearedand they’ve finished out there de-icing the right wing, then the left wingof all those planes before his.Could he strike us a deal with the…… More »