One thing has to be perfectly clear at the start: Joan Murphy doesn't have much to say. So she's set the kitchen table for tea. And she's made some of her banana nut bread so things won't be a total loss.
As I nearly inhaled the most amazing salted caramel buttercream macaron I've ever met in my life, I made a new buddy behind the counter -- Simon. My fast friend offered me another sweet treat, and I obliged (because when Simon says, you follow suit).
Fans of New York City's rich past have seen three of its most tumultuous decades represented in television series this year. And each show is bringing a different approach to filling out the historical contours of this ever-changing metropolis.
It's 4:45 a.m. as I begin to type. I'm sitting in my Brooklyn, USA apartment. It's unofficially the coolest city on the planet. It's officially my home, and refuge, for the last 13 years. And I'm feeling quite reflective at the start of a new season.