I’m flying low over Houston, in the clouds, and I still can’t see the runway, even though I’m shooting my second instrument approach. My morning’s not starting out too well. I should have been on the ground 20 minutes ago, but the weather isn’t cooperating.To make matters worse, I have a passenger awaiting my arrival, which has already been delayed by bad weather, and one of them is an old wealthy, cranky cowboy rancher out of Starr County not known for his patience.The airport I was trying to land at that particular morning was the old Houston Andrau Airpark. It ...