Meet the Corporation and 16 cold shoulders
I was pretty excited on Friday. I finally got to see the Yale Corporation.
True, it was from several feet away, and none of them acknowledged me. They were leaving Woodbridge Hall and piling into a van for some sort of field trip through New Haven. I could imagine them squishing into the vehicle:
"Gerhard, move over."
"Barry, I can't find my seatbelt."
"I have to sit in the front seat, Janet. My legs are longer."
Of course, maybe they didn't say any of this. But I'll never know because the Corporation refuses to talk to me. I've tried, and none...
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