Each August in California, there are several givens: Succulent heirloom tomatoes will overflow in farmer’s markets. A fire will rage somewhere. And state lawmakers will fight over the budget, weeks after the deadline for its closing.
Oh, those cheeky provincials, what with their conflagrations and their succulent agriculture and their souring economy. Pass me another bon-bon, Muffy, whilst our state’s governor figures out how to divide the spoils from our state’s billion-dollar budget surplus. Oh, wait. You say our state’s budget is hosed, too? Bother.