The air was "moist." No, I'm not beginning a column by quoting from "Throw Mama from the Train." The air was actually hot and humid the other night. As I walked across the parking lot of my apartment complex, I began to get flushed.

The air was oppressively hot and sticky. A heavy cloud hung over my building and my upstairs apartment was boiling.

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