Legal Commentary

 The sun came out and the temperature hit 60 degrees F.  The faculty meeting was yesterday.  Unbelievably, the students attending the SPILG auction last night bid the contribution of dinner with Alene and me at a nice restaurant in the North End up to somewhere between $550 and $675 (I heard both numbers in the hall today; my guess is that if it had been dinner with just Alene and not me, it would have broken $1,000.)

So Max and I decided to celebrate a little by taking advantage of the lovely day.  We put down the contracts class prep (mutual  and unilateral mistake - he was helping format the PowerPoint) and took a walk down to Harvard Square. 

When you are walking with a handsome dog, everybody is your friend.   I wish I had figured that out when I was twenty. 

I decided to see what Max thought about the idea of law school, so we stopped by the first one we could find.  He thought those shrubs over there at left were just  first rate.  And he was okay with Socratic method and formalism, no matter what the realists and the Crits had to say about it.

But when we crossed the campus and saw this school had a Pound, he got a little freaked out.  I tried to explain it was a Roscoe, but that didn't seem to mollify him.  I'm pretty sure he's decided, like Dad, he'd really rather be a Stanford dog.