As soon as we learned that the flight to Syracuse would be cancelled, everyone, like beavers in the wild, promptly began building what appeared to be little campsites in the gate area. Rolled-up jackets became pillows; newspapers and magazines functioned as makeshift blankets. One man, lucky enough to have an actual blanket with him, stretched it between two banks of chairs, fashioning a cozy tarp for himself and his wife. It was impossible not to be jealous of them. Two people had a terse exchange after one person’s newspaper-blanket crept over into the “campsite” staked out by another person. [caption…