The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

noticed earlier at the front table, late fifties maybe, gray suit, legal pad near her plate. I’d assumed family counsel or some foundation staffer.

She raised her hand like she was in class.

“Sorry,” she said. “I know this isn’t my place, but I need to say something before this gets rewritten later.”

Everybody looked at her.

“My son was Specialist Eric continue reading …