“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

people’s eyes glazed over somewhere between “zoning variance” and “sustainable materials.” Alexander’s didn’t.

“You light up when you talk about this,” he said at one point. “It’s kind of amazing.”

No one had ever said that to me before.

An hour passed, then two. My coffee went cold. His did too.

“This might be forward,” he said finally, “but would you continue reading …