Kick off your shoes,
stretch out on the
couch, adjust your
pillows and curl up with
your favorite book.
Check the console. It's
a balmy 82 degrees in
Venice. Looking down
on the endless clouds
below racing by at 1,000
miles per hour as you
cross the Atlantic three
hours faster than the
average commuter?
Now that's luxury.
By Sean McSpadden
Supersonic
Renaissance
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