A STORY ABOUT SCALIA
Family folklore off the top of my head as it was told to me. This story is one of many that really stuck with me as a kid.
- •My dad was working as a clerk for a judge in DC in the late 80sHe and my mom had recently married. She was a nurse. They were looking for next steps.
- •They met in New Jersey while in school. My dad was born in Brooklyn whereas my mom was an Air Force kid.They identified as east-coasters, through and through.
- •My dad, having clerked for a federal judge for a couple years at that point, received an offer from a law firm.
- •It was a new firm—all the way out in Orange County, CA.It was a pretty unbeatable offer, but a cross-country move was a big deal.
- •My grandfather was a federal judge, kind of law role model to my dad. Here he is, courtesy of image search~Not to diminish the influence of his mom, a lawyer and mother of 12
- •He wasn't too keen on sending my dad all the way out to California.New York and DC just made sense.
- •One night, he was at dinner with Justice Scalia.They were Italian buds.
- •My grandfather explained the situation to him, almost presenting it in a way as to brush it off as a non-option.
- •Scalia looked him straight in the eyes.
- •"Ed, let him go."Forceful, direct, convincing.
- •So no matter how I feel about his decisions, I'm just a little bit indebted to this man for helping bring me my stellar beachside childhood & my dad the opportunity to thrive as he has.RIP. Hope you're having some delicious chicken parm and intelligent conversation with grandpa up there.