The Balcony of the Lyceum, without question, for me.
The Shuberts need to renovate that theatre, but the entire building is a landmark. I keep hoping it'll be the next theatre they do-over, assuming they've started navigating the redtape long ago, because yikes that building is a (historically rich) discomfort.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.