I’m happy that they won – not because I’m a Yankee fan – but because it’ll give me a chance to photograph a tickertape parade… not that anyone uses ticker tape anymore or even knows what it was. Okay, a few of you know what it was, but I don’t know what they use now — shredded xerox paper – toilet paper. It doesn’t matter. The other thing is this thing where they give them the Keys to the City.
I remember that scene in a Marx Bros. film. The Marx Bros. are supposed to be Russian aviation heroes… Chico disguised as one of the world’s greatest aviators is going to accept the keys to the city. Here’s his speech:
“So now I tell you how we fly to America. The first time we started we got-a half way there when we run out a gasoline, and we gotta go back. Then I take-a twice as much gasoline. This time we’re just about to land, maybe three feet, when what do you think: we run out of gasoline again. And-a back-a we go again to get-a more gas. This time I take-a plenty gas. Well, we get-a half way over, when what do you think happens: we forgot-a the airplane. So, we gotta sit down and we talk it over. Then I get-a the great idea. We no take-a gasoline, we no take-a the airplane. We take steamship, and that friends, is how we fly across the ocean.”
But what do these symbolic keys to the city get the Yanks that they don’t already have. If I had the time, I’d try and find the history of this keys to the city thing — because it seems like it might go back to ancient wars when the conquerors would arrive and the city’s mayor would hand over keys to the city which really meant – we give up. Take whatever you want, just don’t kill us.