Mine is literally Gavrillo Princip stitting at a table in Schiller's deli, which made my great grandparents refugees (they met in the US), & then their kid met his wife in Europe when the sequel happened.
Jess noticed an ad for a 24hr film festival named Butt-Numb-a-Thon on the back of the Alamo Drafthouse newsletter and suggested I should go...introducing me to the existence of Ain't it Cool News...leading to me having a career in publishing and the film industry.
