A close encounter with the Academy Award Best Director nominee at the dawn of our careers.
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As I begin this writing on a bone-chilling winter day in the Blue Ridge Mountain foothills of suburban Asheville, North Carolina, I confess to its motivation being a cheap trick. Strongly suspecting that the illustrious filmmaker Christopher Nolan will very soon be awarded the Academy Award for Best Director, the obscure fact that we briefly shared a stage together 25 years ago is weighing somewhat heavily. Illuminating that rapidly fading memory is my blatant inspiration.