But the news isn’t all bad. Global warming, the Discovery Channel informs us, makes certain wines taste better, which means that in twenty years we might all be vintners. And if grapes are all we’ll be able to grow (on our roofs, as the deluge swirls around us), well, if you had to pick one fruit — or vegetable, even — to live on for the rest of your life, wouldn’t you pick the grape? All right, so I’ll miss apples, oranges, pears, and plums. I’ll miss carrots and cucumbers and the occasional mouthful of spinach. But raise your hand if you’ll mourn Brussels sprouts. Our economy will be entirely wine-based, with taxes paid in fluid ounces. Drunk-driving laws will have to be revised, of course. And the drinking age will be lowered to three. This is a future we should celebrate: a wine bar in every house, every house a wine bar! Lift your glasses, let us toast — to wine! And let’s drink again — to wine! And again — and again! You see: Before long, we won’t remember what we’re missing.