It was a breezy November afternoon and I watched as the leaves danced above the sidewalks. It was one of those autumn afternoons in New York that you see in movies or read about in stories. While everything is dying, New York, she, becomes most beautiful. It was a perfect afternoon cascading off of a perfect morning. I’d tasted the dragon; I’d surfed the ultimate high of a Cinema Junkie; I’d just watched Interstellar on the biggest I-Max screen in New York City, which, when you think about it means one of the biggest I-Max screens in the world.