Unboarded from the 6:30 a.m. flight to New York City because the Manchester, New Hampshire, airport got fogged in, Peter Jennings hauled himself to the Hertz counter to rent a car. As he headed out to the parking lot, the man behind the counter talked into the intercom. "He's on his way." Pause. "Just give him the best thing we've got. He's Platinum."
The 50 fog-bound politicians and press people stuck in the terminal broke into two groups: those who believe movement of any sort is better than being at the mercy of forces beyond your control, and those willing to...
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