The second of two posts about the time I was a teenage prime suspect, until I slid extravagantly off the Wanted List in my own tears and sighs…  Read Part One here. In any event, I now understood why the police felt compelled to question me. My shock and profound hurt were not a

A couple of years ago I started writing a memoir called Hauled to the Bar: A Life in Law and Letters, in Spite of Myself. I haven’t worked on it much, partly because of the uncomfortable memories, such as the one below, that is meant to serve as the prologue. To make for easier readin

Someone rushes into the room and fires a gun at the prof., or stabs at him with a knife. The attacker flees into the corridor. Given our era of global terrorism and school shootings, Evidence Law profs wouldn’t stage this “crime” in class these days. Up to maybe a couple of decades ag