1
Once more, Joe Patroni returned to the warmth of his car and telephoned
the airport. The TWA maintenance chief reported that the road between
himself and the airport was stiH blocked by the traffic accident which had
delayed him, but the chances of getting through soon looked good. Was the
A6reo-Mexican 707, he inquired, still stuck in mud out on the airfield?
Yes, he was informed, it was; furthermore, every few minutes, everyone
concerned was calling TWA to ask where he was, and how much longer he
would be, because his help was needed urgently.
Without waiting to warm himself fully, Patroni left the car and liurried
back down the highway, through the still faLling snow and deep slush
underfoot, to where the accident had occurred.
At the moment, the scene around the wrecked tractor-trailer transport
looked like a staged disaster for a wide screen movie. The mammoth
vehicle still lay on its side, blocking all four traffic lanes. By now
it was completely snow covered
|