Flying into San Francisco International Airport from Asia, as I did in late summer, seemed the equivalent of flying into the apocalypse. The 750 km-long Sacramento-San Joaquin Valley, the home of the world’s greatest agricultural production, was so wreathed in smoke that the area never appeared under the plane’s wings as it swung east on its final appro…
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