Judge Simmons, 0 Judge Simmons,
Why can't you be nice?
Mindin' your manners, it ain't such a
Really, dear Willy, we won't hold a
We know there's no justice for a traffic
An Oliver Wendell Holmes he is not. Nor even a Judge Roy Bean. Yet, to the gay habitues of Seattle's uptown coffeehouses, and to throngs of traffic violators unaccustomed to jaunty juridical generosity, the name of Traffic Court Judge William Simmons last week rang out in such folk song and story, hell-bent for legend.
The judge's claim to fame: he has turned his court into a circus, cut a gaping hole in...