He was a war hero, an assistant district attorney, a public defender and later a judge. He was also politically incorrect – far before there was a name for it.
I first met the “judge” when I was 17. I was working at the local gas station pumping gas, cleaning windows and checking oil. In those days it was illegal for motorists to pump their own gas.
The effects of this law were to provide unskilled jobs for high school kids at $1.05 an hour – a time when the cost of a first-class stamp was a nickel.
The judge’s visits to the gas station would put a smile on our faces. He always had a story, asked us questions and listened to our answers. He was unlike most customers – even courteous customers – he showed humor and had[...]