It's started happening again, that strange urge to immerse myself into a historical period. The first sign came a couple of days ago, when I found the word croatan floating around in my brain. I went to Laurie and said, "You remember that lost Roanoke colony? You know, in the 1580s or 90s? Walter Ralegh?" And she just stared at me like I was speaking Swahili. No, it was worse than that. I think she'd be proud if I were suddenly able to converse in an African language, but history banter is a non-starter for my girl.