Alone in my house this evening, listening to a Joni Mitchell album, I'm taken back to other times in other houses . I remember staying at a friend's house in Ohio through one of our breaks my senior year in college. It was winter, and the old wooden house was cold. It was the year of Paul Simon's "Still Crazy After All These Years," which we listened to repeatedly and which seemed to set the mood for the place. I remember a photograph of my friend Tom and me enjoying our birthday dinner in that kitchen in late November with our dates. Tom and I were born one year and one day apart, and the woman who was then his date later became his wife. I lived in that house for only a few weeks, but some of the memories remain. There was the house I lived in during law school. It was half of a duplex, and the landlady lived on the other side. Our half had six bedrooms, and six of us lived there. I had a room on the top floor with a slanted ceiling and a heating ven
Meditations on Law and Life