Osler's Razor

This morning there were a few wonderful moments of calm. First, I was sitting at counsel table, waiting for Judge Scirica and the others to come in, and there was this comforting sense of having a different role in that building, of being a real lawyer. The argument was disappointing-- the judges were confused about the record, and they spent a lot of time looking around in the appendix. Sigh.

Afterwards, though, I walked through the square pictured above. This was my route every day as a clerk-- I walked from my house on Spruce and Fourth through this park, under the eaves of Independence Hall, past the Liberty Bell, over to the courthouse... and this was a walk of only five blocks. It was strange to leave.