When I was six years old, my father taught me that wonderful and mysterious art of keeping score, so that when he went to work during the day, I could stay home and record the history of that day’s Brooklyn Dodger game, play by play, inning by inning. And at night when he would come home, and you’re only six years old, and he tells you, “You’re doing great as a miniature historian.” I think in some ways, that made history have a magic that it still holds for me to this day.