As I take the bench each morning sorting through the winding assertions of litigants, one thought continually crosses my mind: How did I get to this point? How does a kid from Hawaii, like me, end up being a judge? Is someone going to call to say it was a cruel prank, or the governor made a mistake? It is undoubtedly surreal.
Certainly the odds were against me, if one were to analyze the statistics. I am the third son of a single mo...
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