Sometimes Steve will burst into a conversation with something urgent to impart.
"HOLY SHIT!" he'll shout, regardless what I was in the middle of saying or doing, because he has just learned of something so galling, so infuriating, so amazing, that he must relay it right away.
And then, sometimes, because he has been reading Nixonland, it turns out that this breaking news is from 1968.
"Henry fucking Kissinger got the Vietnamese to scuttle peace negotiations by assuring them that the Republicans would give them a better deal after the election!"
"Can you believe this shit?"
Or from 1971. John Wayne gave an interview to Playboy in which he said he supported "white supremacy"! Or 1972. Hubert Humphrey got Lorne Greene from Battlestar Galactica to accuse McGovern of being anti-Israel?!
Today, I have something even more urgent and newsworthy to tell you.
It is this:
Gary Cooper was extremely handsome.
And funny! (We watched Bluebeard's Eighth Wife last night. Oh, Billy Wilder and Ernst Lubitsch, how I love you both.) But, especially, handsome.
Now you know.