Being a Supreme Court Justice seems like a good gig. Full disclosure: I have never been a Supreme Court though I once met John Roberts in the bar of the Old Edwards Inn in Highlands, NC and chatted with him amiably about local fly fishing. He had two enormous US Marshalls guarding him, both of whom could have started for the Dallas Cowboys. For the record, he sat down next to me and initiated the conversation. Looked lonely with a sunburn.
You are appointed for life, you work in a nice building with great parking and security, they provide you with clerks to write the opinions, you can wear anything you want under your robe, they give you free latte, and they have unlimited M & M’s in the kitchen. [Associate Justice Sotomayer refuses to eat the yellow ones.]
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