(This article appeared in the Boston Globe Magazine on July 13, 2014) There is one area of my life in which I always come in dead last. And I couldn't be more proud. You see, whenever I fly, I have to be the last one on the plane. No exceptions. When I look around the gate, there can be no other stragglers, no other challengers vying for the title of "Leader of the Back." I’ve had my challengers. Some have proven to be worthy opponents. But all have fallen victim to my legendary patience and fanatical desire to bring up the rear. A recent return trip from Las Vegas, however, proved to be my Waterloo. After the first four waves of passengers had boarded, I s ..