Down along the Gulf Coast, we found Free Florida where the dive bars are plentiful and the fishing is good.
A First Circuit argument on a Courthouse News case included an animated contest of ideas. I was looking for a transcript.
When the blues have taken hold, a little beach north of Santa Barbara holds the magic elixir that sends them swiftly away.
In the bowels of the evil wizard Sauron’s castle were bred an indestructible species of orcs who at times have reminded me of the government officials we fight now.
As two years of a now-waning pandemic continue to take a toll on society, on students and on local businesses, England and now the EU are ending restrictions. It is time for California to do the same.
Our bureaucratic opponents have a silent ally, slowness. But the ally is not present in the federal court for eastern Virginia where the rocket docket rolls, producing a ruling in one of our cases the same week it was argued.
The new year is time to start again and toss out — in my case stacks of it — the overload of the past. Going through unpublished stories, research notes and photographs, I found the story of “the bird” and a book I never came close to publishing.
We had suffered a series of defeats in our campaign over the right of access, and then along came a federal judge in Vermont who put the First Amendment train back on track.
A scourge was spreading from a federal judge in Bangor to another in Albuquerque and was in the course of infecting another in Burlington. Then it stopped.
On the road to Burlington, we found bits of history, a local pub, an astute judge and an articulate lawyer.
