Urban Dictionary defines a “fangirl:” A rabid breed of human female who is obsessed with either a fictional character or an actor.

Years ago, Dwight’s oldest granddaughter, Heather, visited Sundance in the summer. Redford was hosting the annual Sundance Institute with a variety of actors and directors including Alan Alda. Heather, a teenager, asked Bob to move out of the way so she could get a picture with Alan Alda.

Dwight loved to tell that story.

Then, there was the unfortunate incident when Dwight and Bill Devane were dining in The Tree Room on New Year’s Eve. Uncle Bob (Redford) and Tom Brokaw arrived. Bob’s restaurant was full. The couldn’t get a table. With grace and “charm,” Bill took the breadbasket from their table to the host stand and offered it to Bob.

Years later, I sat between Bill Devane and Juice Newton on the chairlift at Sundance. For the entire ride, they kvetched about not working. Juice noted, “I have kneepads to match every outfit.”

When we got off the lift, we stopped near Bear Claw cabin so Bill could finish a story. A few chairs behind us, Bob skied off, looked around, and realized we were the coolest kids there. He skied over to us. Bill looked at him and said, “Oh, hi Bob,” and returned to telling us his story.

“Umm,” I said, “that could be why neither one of you are working. Maybe it’s time for the kneepads.”

Living at Sundance, I met Denzel Washington, Glenn Close, Syd Pollack, and Sally Field. I held Academy Awards.

In 2006, I spent three months working on Pirates of the Caribbean II and III with Jonny Depp and Orlando Bloom. (The only person I wanted to see/”fangirl” was Keith Richards.)

I’m not a fangirl.

But, last night . . .

After meeting Sarah Kay and listening to her perform, I started fangirling.

I asked for a photo. I bought a signed poem, The Paradox. Tonight, I will fangirl at her performance at the Eccles Center thanks to The Park City Institute. And, on Monday, I will introduce her to my students.