It’s 92F outdoors at 8:00 PM this evening. My back garden office is at least 10 degrees warmer. And yet here I sit. Christine and I just watched the movie “The Lost King.” An amateur historian pursues the remains of King Richard III. This lost king was under a Leicester (England car park, unacknowledged, for some 500 years. The experts (almost all men) don’t believe the amateur. They steal her thunder and pretend the finding was all their doing. I entered the oven of my office this evening looking for the book that inspired the movie. “The King’s Grave: The Search for Richard III,” by Phillipa Langley (the amateur historian) and Michael Jones.