Sitting in my office this morning, as a student appears in my doorway. He peers through thick glasses, blinking at me owlishly.
“That would be me.”
“I was talking to [another student] the other day…”
“Is it true that you’re… a libertarian?”
“Yeah. I’ve really been pretty apolitical in recent months, but yeah. You?”
(Student glances furtively back and forth along hallway.) “I’m a libertarian Republican.”
“Mm-hmm. I used to describe myself that way, but not these days.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Yeah, I voted for the Republicans fairly often in the past, as the lesser evil, but I’ve kind of reached a saturation point. So now I’m more of a Nockian. I call myself a small-l libertarian.”
The student smiles, then nods. Stares at me, blinks.
“So, what’s your name?” I ask.
He tells me.
“It’s nice meeting you, [Student.] If you want to talk about this stuff, feel free to drop by anytime.”
“Great!” And he wanders away, and I pack my computer and such before I come home to see how my house is holding up as Tropical Storm Hermine crosses into South Carolina. It’s an odd career I have, but I enjoy it.