Last Night, as the sandwich shop employee assembled my foot-long oven roasted masterpiece, and my wife's cold cut combo, I got to talking to the gentleman in line behind me. He made reference, after quipping we are losing our rights and freedoms, that a red star is on California's flag for a reason. I understood the communist reference, chuckled, and then the man said that it could be worse. He's originally from New York, and at least here he's not limited to the size of soda he can buy.
