We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely. |
We were able to bring the life back to the concrete. We were able to treat it like it was new, so it will be able to withstand another 50 years of active use. |
We were able to exactly replicate the colors on those seats. |
We were just slogging on from day to day and making the best of it. But with a light at the end of the tunnel... AMERICA! |
We're in a really good place right now. |
What saved me was my accent, I think I was a bit of a novelty. Otherwise, I certainly didn't have the personality, or the power, or the scholarship to dominate the class. |
What we're trying to do with this restoration is to really balance the history and tradition and the greatness of this wonderful facility with improvements that we make, that give our fans the amenities that they would have in any other new ballpark in America. So that's what we are trying to do, to look forward but respect the past, and to continue to move this franchise and this great venue, Dodger Stadium, into the future. |
When I first came to New York and saw Italian families and their displays of affection, I was taken aback a bit because it was uninhibited. |
You don't see the streets crawling with priests and nuns the way you used to. A lot of the priests go around now in ordinary civilian clothes. And it's hard to distinguish a nun from a housewife anymore except they have a special kind of haircut. |
You feel a sense of urgency, especially at my advanced age, when you're staring into the grave. |
You know how it is in Hollywood, everybody kisses everybody. It's a handshake in Ireland. And a kind of tentativeness. Except when it's mothers and small children. |
[Another student, Ken, the son of Korean immigrants, enrages his ambitious father when he decides to go to Stanford, instead of Harvard or M.I.T. as his father had hoped.] He appeared at my classroom door a few days before Christmas and told me I had helped him get through the last year of high school, ... At one time he had a dream of going into a dark alleyway with his father and only one of them would come out. He'd be the one, of course, but out there in Stanford, he began to think about his father and what it was like coming from Korea, working day and night selling fruit and vegetables when he knew barely enough English to get through the day, hanging on, desperate for his children to get the education he never had in Korea, that you couldn't even dream of in Korea. |