Legal realism, Article III and life’s daily hassles

Last night, while I was asleep, our basement flooded. My wife, Joan, discovered it early this morning. Joan called the plumber and he came right out. Joan has suck with plumbers. He fixed part of the problem that dealt with the floor drain. There is another problem with the water heater–it has now decided to pump Lake Erie into the floor drain. My wife will see to that fix as well. I am staying home, at least for the morning. I lean against the wall with my arms crossed, and I nod sagely as Joan converses knowingly with the workmen. I don’t know what she would do without me. After all, I am an Article III judge.


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