Billy could prepare his cases faster than I.
“Abe, are you still lingerin’ over that Moffit suit?”
When he stood before a jury he was accurate and his accuracy taught me to prepare my cases with care.
Billy liked Willie. Well, he liked all my children.
How often we spread ourselves in my parlor and talked. Billy is like a cedar post, deeply imbedded.
Maybe he misses the buffalo stampede of my kids.
Summer
Personal tragedy strikes most of us. At this time personal loss is the fabric of this country.