Boldface names II
Special thanks to Ben and Nathan for another “fabulous” 918 Christmas party. This year I did not embarrass myself and incur the substantial wrath of Matt Brown; rather, I behaved according to the reasonable person standard and we can all be grateful for that.
I did have the jarring experience of meeting a hair-wax-loving chap called Bill Couch, which was very disturbing, since the other guests were getting us confused. And I thought I was so original. So I talked to him and told him that he would have to change both his first and last names for party purposes, which he agreed to do: he said, “Tell you what, you can have Bill, I’ll take BC3.” Whereupon, poooof! my head exploded, because of course, I invented BC3. I almost slapped him, but he was straight, and that would only deepen the divide. So I just sort of walked away and bitterly complained to everyone else.
In other news, I now have a new pet. My cat enjoys dusting under my bed with his body, drinking out of the toilet, and, inexplicably, soft-sided luggage. Yes, I actually got his favorite suitcase out and am leaving around the house so he can lie on it. It’s been an interesting experience so far; I never thought I would be a cat person, but it’s one of those things: when you live in the city, you don’t have a choice.
Finally, I have to suggest for anyone interested in the Supreme Court to check out The Brethren, a book by Bob Woodward and Scott Armstrong. OK, it’s real old, but it’s a “tell-all” that discusses events and cases during the first several years of the Burger Supreme Court. I just ran across it and it’s hard to put down.