Calling a small-town ski resort community my home has some distinct advantages. Most of the time I adore being hours away from the smoggy metropolis of Los Angeles. I can only take the concrete jungle of southern California in very small doses. Life in Big Bear Lake in the pine forest can make me feel like we don’t reside in the ass-backwards state of California where our liberal governor can go out to Michelon star dinners with friends in Napa but govern the rest of the state with an iron fist during this pandemic. According to the comrade, I mean Governor Newsom it’s okay for his wineries to be open and he can enjoy birthday dinners with all his liberal friends while close to three million Californians are out of work during this pandemic in California from all the businesses that can’t stay open.