About thirty minutes ago, I stepped down the stairs off a 13-hour Qatar Airways flight from Boston to Doha. My glasses fogged so quickly in the humid, 110-degree air that I nearly pitched headlong down to the tarmac. Dorothy ain’t in Kansas, no more.
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