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If you’re like one of us at F+G, a little piece of you died on the inside this week with Monday’s final CLANG! of Law and Order. One of us is serious.  Ok, we’ll switch to first person.

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I had a moment when I toggled the DVR to cancel. Why?  I’ve been a fan since I was 21. That’s 18 of the 20  years the show aired. And those 20 years weren’t always pretty (neither mine,l nor theirs), from the revolving door at the ADAs office to the Briscoe corn-ballers at the end of the first act. If you know who Profaci is, you know what I’m talking about. (I can’t really handle of the spin-offs, by the way.)

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I can explain my addiction, you see, as I used to live in New York City. I loved seeing the my City on tv every week, and later with syndication, every hour. Guessing the neighborhood or block or bar was as vital to me as the ripped (off) from the headlines plots. I could find a little piece familiarity and comfort in every 44 minutes. Seriously. They were at Save the Robots before I was!

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I live in LA, now. In theory, there should be a ton of that familiarity that I love in a TV show. Even 24 New York was filmed here.  Maybe that says it all. But, really, after 10 years in SoCalDude, I still don’t know the city half as well as I did Manhattan after 1, though I think  the Shield and Baywatch kind of nail it.

I read the numbers weren’t that good for the final episode. This seems to make sense, especially after I read that NBC bungled something again. (Read this, too, if you delight in peacock misery). I watch the reruns more, anyway, so the NBC goodbye wasn’t so brutal. Still, there’s a void. I can feel it.

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Adieu, Law and Order! 456 episodes tells me I’m not alone in my grief.

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As does this… of which, I’ll offer only the sneak peak below, entitled BRISCOTHEQUE

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