The p.d.'s kid

Being a dad to a six-year-old and all, I find it very reassuring that this son of a public defender turned out all right:

When I was a kid, I loved going to work with my dad.

I would have to get nicely dressed to court, or to hang out in the Public Defender’s office. It was always so fun to watch my dad argue a case in front of a jury, a judge and that mean looking guy in the orange jumpsuit. To me, it was just like they did it on TV. Since my dad was often defending criminals who had committed the most heinous crimes, he always managed to talk his way around my “what did he do?” questions. If I had believed him, I would have thought that people only went to jail for stealing bikes.