And the Warhol-Campbell's Soup cycle completes itself.

The story here is going to be interesting. On one hand, the security issue is paramount, and frankly that should be the final decision. On the other hand, having gone through there this past week, it's clear that Airmall can't survive economically without the hope of non-passenger revenue. (I'm not sure it's viable even with the added revenue, but it held its own prior to 9/11, so we grant it a shot.) And given the tight monetary ties between USAirways, the Pittsburgh airport, and the county and city have with each other, any number of them could be overleveraged to the point that should one fail, they all do. (And given some of the other stories swirling in town, this may get swept away.)

You know, I'm this close [puts his thumb and forefinger close together] to just up and declaring him the Pompetess of Fraught. This may be the tipping point. Already in the throes of the hardest fall since either Gino Toretta or Wiley Coyote, Maurice's legal strategy appears to be to climb right up to the top of the mesa just in time for Paul Tagliabue to sneak up behind him and go "meep meep."

In other fraught news. I can pretty much write the Fosters ad now. FRAUGHT. BEER.

And for those of you who believe in the power of other curses, we might just get the wreck of the Larry Fitzgerald.