Walking with History, or, I am Still A-Flail

So I got a random call this afternoon, as sometimes happens, and in short Dolores Huerta was visiting on campus, someone told her about our Scifi collection, and they came over for a tour. (She adores Asimov's work, also loves Frankenstein, Fahrenheit 451 and Alice in Wonderland.) She was also all a-geek when I mentioned our Mesopotamian clay tablets, so I called Todd, and we hooked up and co-geeked with her on printing history and stuff. Apparently back in the early days of the NFWA, she and César Chávez and some others worked in a printing shop to print up their "radical literature" for dissemination and all, so she was all "OMG you guys have a printing press!" and we were all "WE DO!"

So she was there for a couple hours and then had to leave to catch her flight home. She hugged me and gave me a ring and called me a "little angel" which is kind of hilarious since I'm almost a foot taller than her, but I mean, she's 81 and she's so lively, it's like, what must she have been like in the 60s, y'know?? I'm still wearing the ring (I will probably wear it for a long time, gods willing), and I think it might be a moodring as it was green when she gave it to me, and it has largely been lapis-blue since I've put it on, though it has gone back to green and then verged on purple and reddish.

So, yeah. Still flailing. *G*