THE JUDICIARY: Weeds, Roses & Jam

The florid man with the brush haircut rose, walked over to the jury box and grasped the rail with both hands. His manner was cozy. "We've all been here a long time," he confided, "and I feel I have come to know you well." Then he began buttering up: "In this sanctuary of justice, a holy place, to me second only to a church, I see you not as just twelve ladies and gentlemen. I see you strong, resolute and courageous soldiers of justice!"

Lawyer Lloyd Paul Stryker, who commands some of the highest fees in the business (up to...

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