Double Bubble
I was walking back to my office after a late night meeting at the courthouse, when I paused in front of the window of a Laundromat. I could see a light from a small office in the back and a young lady reading a book. Then as I looked at the reflection of a tall man with a grey beard, my thought flowed back to 1967 when I was a young law student. It was an unusually hot Saturday morning in May as I pushed my way through the side door of the Laundromat. After dealing all week with the Law...