Meanwhile, as I left the building in the dark and light, fading, and I saw the lights still on in the historian's office. So I went back in to say hi/bye.
We talked for a few about the thises and thats of our respective days, and then I got this text from my youngest son, on his way to Vegas to have Thanksgiving with his dad:
'Walker just texted me and asked me who is my favorite movie director,' I said, casually, as if I didn't even care whatsoever.
My thought process, from this moment forward, was like this:
1. [rubs hands together with glee]
2. [what's that guy what's that guy what's that guy There Will be Blood Inherent VICE!!!]
3. [starts texting again:]
I looked up. "This question is, like, crack to me. Irresistible," I said.
And the historian laughed.
n.b.: if anyone wants to know my complete list of favorite movie directors, I will have it ready for your perusal tomorrow. by noon. there will be mexican directors, and chinese directors, fyi.