“If you are a working stiff like me, you probably have to travel, and travel a lot. And unless you travel by private jet — a treat I had again last week — you probably suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous travel fortune: long lines; maddening, foot-tapping fellow passengers; hotel rooms that smell like gymnasiums; noisy neighbors; hard-to-find taxis; meals that leave you clutching your abdomen at 3 in the morning.”

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