— I cannot even describe how happy it makes me that on my daily run I pass the spot (sort of) where the duel between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr took place. There’s a big bust of my dead boyfriend and a plaque memorializing the duel. Of course I’m not happy he had such an untimely end … but … GOD. EVERY. STINKIN. TIME. I run by there I have a moment of … dammit, I am so happy I live where I live. How perfect is that? I live surrounded by the ghosts of Alexander Hamilton. I am a geek, and this thrills me.
— The other night when David came over we were talking about a project his daughter was working on for school. It had to do with Paul Revere’s famous etching of the Boston Massacre. David was helping her with her homework – and I guess she didn’t have her school book with her – where the copy of the etching was reproduced. David was fascinated by the whole story – the Boston Massacre, and the story of the etching, etc. – and David said something like, “I haven’t seen the etching, though”. I calmly got up off my bed, walked to Bookshelf #6, pulled out David McCullough’s biography of John Adams – I just knew it would be in there, because John Adams defended the British soldiers in the eventual trial … I flipped to the pictures, and voila. There it was. Handed the book over to David – who GREEDILY looked at it, and read the caption. I am a massive geek, and also: I am so my father’s daughter. This is the advantage of having a huge library, of keeping your books around you at all times. I loved that moment. To be able to behave as a reference librarian for a friend of mine who was interested in a certain topic.