So, quick true story, because I was just reading my post about Harold Ramis and I remembered this: I’ve been to New York City once in my life, right?  I was there to see somebody, and not to sightsee, and I think she was a little frustrated that I hadn’t come with a list of things I wanted to see.

One place.  One only.  I wanted to see the hotel and the church from Ghostbusters.

And here it is:

Greatest. Movie. Ever.