While stuck in the airport recently, I was surrounded in the waiting area by young investment bankers trying to log on and find a wireless connection. There was desperation in their clicking on the keyboard; there was panic in the constant rejections from the Starbucks that were not in the neighborhood; there was elation when someone figured it out and could access their email. Others were pounding away at their Blackberry and scrolling and peeking. As I listened to the follow-on chatter of the messages, the talk was not about the deals they were doing. They were just checking to see what was in their in-box, hoping for surprises and good news. There was nothing in the queue that couldn’t wait but they had to check. They were addicted.