I know by now you’ve seen dozens of articles about the sad passing of Geek Patriarch, Harold Ramis. But being a monstrously huge fan of Ghostbusters, I would be remiss to not make a post of my own about him.
I was 4 years old when Ghostbusters came out, and it was the first movie I was taken to a theater to see. I was nuts for it from the very beginning. And even though I could barely utter their hallowed catch phrase, “Who Ya Gonna Call?” without getting caught up, I was a die hard Ghostbusters fanatic from the very beginning. When Hook and Ladder #8 in Manhattan was nearly shut down, I desperately wanted to find a way to get a mortgage on the place…. Whenever the fancy takes me, I still get on eBay or Craigslist to look up 1959 Miller-Meteor Cadillac ambulances…. I own my own proton-pack…. I kid you not when I say I loved Ghostbusters. And if I credit Montgomery “Scotty” Scott for making me want to be an engineer, I can undoubtedly credit Ray Stantz and Egon Spengler for making me want to be involved with science and technology.
Harold Ramis was responsible for many of the most memorable movies of my youth. Caddyshack, Groundhogs Day, Animal House, National Lampoon’s Vacation. Without a doubt, Harold Ramis’ work shaped my sense of humor in ways that have left me the jovial, dry-witted, and sardonic man I am today.
Whether you think print is really dead, or not; or if you collect spores, molds, and fungus, I’m sure you agree with me when I say, “I’m saddened beyond the capacity for rational thought”.
I hope his proton pack rests easy in Ghostbuster HQ, and remember all my slinky-straightening friends: “Don’t Cross the Streams”.