She’s got a point. I watch Robyn walk around the room, identifying Chinese artwork and artifacts by their time period - and sure enough, we’ve got five or six hundred years’ worth of history in one room. It’s Friday night. Fifty feet away, people are spilling drinks and exchanging first names only. I’m getting a history lesson. “How about that one?” I ask. She launches into another speech. I love listening to people get up in arms about their passions.