The Planning Commission apparently was listening when I lamented the dearth of cans and bottles in my recycling bin: They have just voted in another opportunity for us to drown our sorrows, in the form of a high-end tequila bar. Let Claremont have its hipster Belgian beer; Pomona's taking care of the wine and tequila, and that's all right with me. iSalud, camaradas! 
 According to my elderly cousin who was a child during the Spanish Civil War, "iSalud, camaradas!" was how you could tell a Republican from a Nationalist or Falangist. Not that they have tequila in Spain, of course.