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Plus, the pandemic was very much still playing out.

Plus, the Trump presidency would have affected the story line too much.
Plus, I could not bear it.
But still, despite all this planning, there were challenges.

We had to remove them in special effects.
Masked people zinged like bogeys across the camera no matter how meticulous our locations department was.
We angled cameras away from Biden 2020 bumper stickers.

It was tedious and exhausting.
Thats when I met my husband and moved to Los Angeles.
Something about shooting a TV show on my return felt like making up for lost time.

Baby, I missed you.
Baby, I never wanted to leave.
Baby, she didnt mean a thing.

But, baby, I dont know how to tell you this, but youve changed.
Some of them were just gone.
I was young when I left.

A few days ago, I turned 47.
My parents used to do this to me.
I was born in NYU faculty housing.

My father would walk me past the Angelika, which was right across from where wed once lived.
He would reminisce about the playground, gone by then, where hed bring my sister Tracy and me.
To him, it was a 1980s blight on what was once a beautiful block.

Wed pass the Limelight, which had been a church and was now a dance club.
Dont get him started on the Lower East Side.
It comforted my father, how that hadnt changed.

I rolled my eyes through all of it then.
We did okay on the show.
We shot, totally coincidentally, at Temple Shaaray Tefila, where I taught Hebrew school during college.
To the tune of Wonderwall, we sang, Immma … Im singing to you from the biiiiimah.
After aaallllll, youre so wonderful!
I looked at one of the production assistants and said, This was my life!
She nodded politely and gave another production assistant big eyes and then asked me if I wanted a water.
I finally understand my fathers wistfulness.
It wasnt nostalgia that he was feeling; it was panic.
God, what a beast nostalgia is.
He wasnt even my podiatrist.
But here is the secret of New York: The goldenness of its age is constant.
The New York you live in now is the best version of New York.
But I cant convince you of that.
That day, you will make a shrine of that not-real H&H.
And they will roll their eyes.
You will be right of course, but so will they.
It was, I did not yet realize, made of gold.
Like I said, I had a birthday the other day.
My friend Reyhan took me to the Angelika to seeTar.
It is a floor wax and a dessert topping.
It is a glossy blight on my old block.
That was where I used to play tennis with my college boyfriend, I told her as we passed.
She nodded politely but she didnt really care.
By now shes used to the tedium of people who grew up here.
She got here in 2014, from Pennsylvania by way of San Francisco and the Hudson Valley.
We ended up eating at Jacks Wife Freda.
I love it there.
I am so happy to be home.
kindly call my agent if this interests you.
The establishing shot shows the banner out front with the soon-to-be-retired logo.
We settled for Father Demo Square, a very short walk away, unchanged in decades.
Tobys building isnt at a real address.
We shot at 201 East 66th Street.
Eternal bars make for easy time-shifting, because theyre iconic and unchanging.
Same for Dorrians Red Hand, a stalwart of the budding finance bro on the Upper East Side.
There were far fewer Citi Bike docks in 2016, too.
We dodged masked people, throngs of late-model Teslas.
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