My mother’s old now; she’s almost my baby. Soon she’ll have to go to school. Death will have to take her. He has her during the week, I get her on weekends. I’m like my mother— neither of us can drive. The court didn’t care for that. That’s why I didn’t win full custody. So, on weekends, my mother and I wait at a bus shelter. Death’s around here someplace— no such thing as unsupervised visits, with him. I’d kill for a restraining order, but that would require his assistance. I’d accuse him of breaking the bus-shelter window, but that’s not his style.
BRYAN A. GARNER:Hardly was I surprised that Judge Richard A. Posner did not warmly embrace Reading Law, the book on textualism I coauthored with Justice Antonin Scalia.
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THE BARNES FOUNDATION, that grand old curmudgeonly lion of a museum, has been turned into what may be the world’s most elegant petting zoo. I am not surprised that the members of the press, after touring the Foundation’s new home on Benjamin Franklin Parkway in Philadelphia, have by and large been pleased. We live in a period when everything is supposed to be easy, whether preparing dinner, accessing the news, or looking at art. And the old Barnes, for three quarters of a century a splendidly ornery landmark in Merion, a suburb of Philadelphia, was not easy.