The Golden State may never be New York — but at least it now has The Post
We’re here. We’ve arrived. The New York Post. We are in California.
I mean, look at it this way: Ever hear anyone sing, “Montana, here we come”?
OK, so this West Coast got the sequoias? We got the Rockaways.
Malibu? We got Jones Beach.
They got statehood in 1850. Mazel tov. Our hot dogs are older than that.
Roads? Please. Two Hupmobiles plus the original Edsel at full 25 mph clog LA’s highway.
They got Anaheim. Yeah, so what?
Keep Clint Eastwood. We got Niagara, Bear Mountain, as well as the Met, Broadway, St. Pat’s, Park Avenue, Times Square, the Statue of Liberty — who won’t change into shorts — and the Brooklyn Bridge, which will not connect Palm Springs.
Calm yourselves: Tiny Laguna’s........
