Thoughts & Reflections

My daughter asked, this morning, what a lawyer does. I said — we read carefully on behalf of people who cannot. She nodded as if this were obvious, and went back to her cereal.

A quiet morning. The clerk waved me through. I sat at the back and watched a junior counsel make a respectable argument. I remember being that nervous. I remember the relief of finishing a sentence.

Filed the column for Saturday’s paper. Four hundred words about a Supreme Court ruling and one paragraph about my mother’s garden. They are, somehow, the same piece.