I used to frequent a bar on the Upper East Side. This wasn’t Manhattan’s Upper East Side, it was in Bakersfield. The joint was called Amestoy’s On The Hill. It was a place like “Cheers” in the daytime, a place where everyone knew your name, and it was like Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras in the nighttime, a place where names weren’t needed. (It’s still open.) But I digress.
Pinned up in the corner of the mirror behind the bar was a bumper sticker that read, “I Don’t Believe The Bakersfield Californian.” I thought that was a farce until I read an article in The Californian today. The article was titled, “Climate change rules to take effect for dairies.”