From The Seneca Review, Fall 2011, Vol. 41/2.
Long before he’d put his trust in antitrust litigation,
defending high-profile companies from the charge
of monopolistic behavior, he’d dreamt of being on the court,
and there he was, though not exactly in robes,
offering up his considered opinions: “Out!” “Out!” “Long!” “Long!”
My father was playing Justice Stevens
in the annual Washington Golf and Country Club championships,
the 1%er version of a constitutional battle.
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