Lesson learned number two-and a lasting one. Yet right now, this man looming over me was making his position clear with a simple query and a nod. I mean, how else could you make yourself heard and understood? Yelling, screaming, talking over one another, and indulging in every sort of completely irrational conflict behavior were the ways a point was made. And I was amazed at just how easily and wondrously it worked.Īfter all, in my home, communication was quite different. “Do you have a bathroom inside your house?” Peering down at me, he uttered all of one soft-spoken question. To a little fellow like me, this tall, well-built man was, in a word, imposing. Having just finished my business in our side yard-a lightly wooded area though, as I was about to learn, not nearly dense enough-which bordered the Weinstein property, I zipped up, turned, … and there he was. It was the earliest of the many teachings I would gain from these new neighbors. The caring and generous Vivian Sharer would start stocking her empty-nester home with candy and cookies. But, from this groundbreaking moment forward-owing to this fabulous lesson learned-the morning bid to my current supplier was supplemented. There, I’d make the standard sweet-treat request I’d just sprung on Evelyn Weinstein. You see, up until that encounter, each day on my walk to the school bus stop, I would routinely detour to another nearby house, that of Mrs. I could only ponder what type of idiot I’d been. Would you like some?”Ĭookies! Of course! Here was a true revelatory moment-one that cast me frozen in the wake of hindsight. “Do you have any candy?” She smiled the way adults do when they’ve gotten a kick out of a resourceful young lad and replied, “No, but I have cookies. I quickly answered, then posed an extremely important question. My name is Evelyn,” she greeted in her kind way. Soon a woman appeared in a large windowpane, smiling, as we locked gazes, before opening the door to me. I walked up the steps to the front door, rang the bell, and waited in wonder. The Weinsteins were still in the midst of unpacking when I went over to investigate what a real-life judge looked like. After all, who could have imagined this man of the robe enjoyed many of the activities a rascal like me loved doing? So the scene was set for an unlikely duo-a Chief Federal Judge imposing law and order and an ill-behaved kid seeking judicial favor to stay out of jail. And at this tender age I had no way of knowing how my life was about to change. What Mom didn’t know was that he did have children-three boys. With the enthusiasm particular to a mischievous youngster seeking an accomplice, I asked my mom, “Do they have kids?” Her response was direct and to the point. I was just a child when I found the thrill of new neighbors moving in. The news hit the block and I was excited. Legal Newswire POWERED BY LAW.COM By Andy Siegel, Esq.
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