Dear Editor, Louis sure brought back some memories to me, although mine were the Bobby Seale riots in New Haven [“Page Two,” Dec. 16]. I was maybe 14 or 15 and my dad and his doctor friend brought me along to what was supposed to be a peaceful event, although they were prepared to help on the medical side. It was cool, with live bands in all the quads, a few right reverends speaking, everyone happy. Nothing happened until some rowdy guys started throwing fluorescent light tubes like javelins at the riot cops. Then we all got gassed. I learned a lot that night. Thanks for the memories, man. I liked what you wrote there.