I’ve read about many deaths in my lifetime. There were, of course, the “you’ll-never-forget-where-you-were” types, most notably, John F. Kennedy and John Lennon.
But I have never before experienced a public death that resulted in high fives, champagne-cork-poppings, exultant phone calls, texts and emails — not that I took part in any of these abhorrent celebrations.
But now that Justice Antonin Scalia is out of the picture, and it turns out that one does not need a law degree to serve on the Supreme Court, I have little choice but to offer my services.
I am logical and will make wise, immediate decisions on most matters: End Citizens United, ban assault weapons, uphold a woman’s right to choose — all no-brainers.
I am willing, if nominated, to serve. I really don’t have time to do it, but if my president and my country need me, well, OK then.