From: Jeevacation <jeevacation®gmail.com> To: roger schank Subject: Re: answer to your question? (something I wrote a while back) Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2009 19:20:10 +0000 You have to reduce the dosage Sent from my iPhone On Apr 15, 2009, at 2:05 PM, roger schank Brooklyn, New Haven and Me Roger C. Schank > wrote: When Bart Giamatti announced that he was leaving Yale, where I was a professor, to become president of the National League, I dropped a note to my soon to be ex-boss asking him to do me a small favor: "Make the Dodgers move back to Brooklyn." He responded that they probably didn't want to move back to Brooklyn, which seemed obvious enough, but he seemed to miss the point. I suppose I wrote to him because I had been looking at videos for a video-based educational software project I was working on and found myself watching a videodisc showing Johnny Podres shut out the Yankees in the last game of the 1955 World Series. This was the beginning of a joyful madness that engulfed Brooklyn, where I lived, and lasted until the rumors of the Dodger's impending move began to circulate in my sixth grade class in 1957. I was eleven years old when the Dodgers abandoned me, and I took it hard. I agreed with those who placed Walter O'Malley beside Hitler on the list of great evil doers of our time. Of course, with an adult perspective, this may seem a bit silly, but it still has the ring of truth to me. In 1962, I became a Met fan. I cut classes in my last days at Stuyvesant High School, hoping to see the Mets actually win a game. Within a few weeks, I was hooked again, but this time it was I who abandoned Brooklyn, going off to college, never to return. I kept up my devotion to the Mets, but in 1969 I was at Stanford, in California, far far away. I could barely teach my class the day the Mets won the series because I was so exultant, but it was a joy not shared, or even understood, by my students. In 1973, during the Mets next shot at the champion