It’s hard to imagine now when you look at the sheer size and magnificence of the Granville Hotel…but for most of my childhood, half of it was quite literally a pile of old rubble. When I say rubble, I’m talking about the sort of mess you get in a Marvel movie when the Hulk goes rampaging through downtown New York. I guess there’s a good chance it was war damage, but as kids we just thought it was an awesome play area.