I was born and raised in New Jersey, teenaged and 20somethinged in Connecticut, earned my professional footing in Manhattan and have been in Los Angeles since ’83, but I “identify” as a Parisian. Honestly. And there’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t need a map, I have my favorite cafes and restaurants, I know where all the gas stations are, I know the Metro system like the back of my hand and I have a plan to keel over from a heart attack on the streets of Montmartre at age 97 or thereabouts. I also “identify” as an Irishman as I felt instantly at home there when I visited in the fall of ’88.