Oh “Mad Men,” how I have loved you. The drinking, the smoking, the infidelity, the misogyny, the midcentury modern decor. It's all been wonderful.
And for me — an East Coast transplant watching from my fake Mission-era couch in my bastardized California bungalow — perhaps the best part has been watching Don Draper and company spend time in sunny 1960s Southern California.
“Mad Men” makes Los Angeles into the luminous city I always expected it to be. I moved to L.A. from gray and gloomy Washington to find that shiny city. Maybe I arrived too late, but on “Mad Men” it still exists.
On Draper's first trip to L.A. in Season...