Walz reminds me VERY much of my high-school English teacher in 1987, who I had a MASSIVE crush on. I was a teacher's assistant for him and followed him around like a lost puppy. He was the kindest man -- straight, married, kids, and the absolute sweetest. 🧵 (1/4) I saw him at a reunion about five years later in my twenties. We were catching up and he was asking about work and such, and then asked, “do you have anyone special in your life?” And I nodded my head yes, and he softly asked, “what’s his name?” (2/4)