Full of breezy confidence, you make a simple declaration. And then, almost immediately, events conspire in an attempt to prove you wrong.
A guiding premise of tomorrow's Slice column, written last week, is that it never really gets muggy here. I stand by this assertion. Mostly.
But riding home on my bike this afternoon, I had to admit that the air was doing a good job of suggesting that I don't know what I'm talking about.
Still, it's all relative. If they remake the sweat-drenched movie, “Body Heat,” they won't set it in Spokane.
The most humid places I have visited might be Houston and New Orleans. But I have been told by those who would know that the humidity in Vietnam is surreal.
What's your reading? Where have you encountered the most staggering humidity?