Observations and Conclusions
In the early 1980s when my sons were in the Cub Scouts, I visited a cub scout’s family to see their new baby, Linda, who was two months old. Cindy was breastfeeding the baby, and I held her later until she started to cry for more milk.
Matt came out of the study to join in the conversation for a moment. He was a Deputy D.A. and when I mentioned that my boss was serving as a volunteer Deputy D.A., he told me stories about some of his cases.
As he talked to me standing up, he rocked his body back and forth, and in that instant, my regard for him grew. This was a man who was a prosecutor, a man who discredited his opposing witnesses, and swung over an entire jury to see things his way, but I knew that he often held Linda…
(Names are fictional.)