I Miss New York. The Gift of Diner Coffee Kitsch Brings Me Back.
I arrived in LA six months before the pandemic, though I had no idea, of course. Somehow I immediately felt a sense of doom, but I don’t think I can chalk that up to premonition as much as good old-fashioned anxiety. There were perils here I had not anticipated, including earthquakes, freeways, and alarmingly bold,…