Some readers of the title of this essay (the presiding judge of my court, for example) will have an immediate reaction: "This guy has too much time on his hands." Others will undoubtedly think "now that's a stretch." But inasmuch as I wrote this while stuck indoors on a rainy day during a recent vacation, I think I've earned the right to ask you to stick with me as I explain why I think the art of judging is a litt...
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