There are only 4 phones booths left in Manhattan, all of them on West End Avenue.

If you happen to pass by, I seriously advise you to stop in one of these booths while they're still around. Note that someone still cares enough to keep the overhead light in proper working order. Close the door (be amazed that they even have doors), and you'll find yourself in a veritable fishbowl plunked down in the center of Manhattan. The walls actually keep out a good amount of sound, and it's surreal to look out at the world around you with something you don't usually get on a busy Manhattan avenue: personal space.

What's Clark Kent going to do?