The old beige rotary phone rang. It was somewhere in the late 1970s. I answered, “Courtroom.” Pause. Michael, is that you? Familiar, soft tone. “Yes, it is Judge.” Oh, good. I am looking over a bail report you wrote on a Mr. Montgomery. And I wonder if you could come across the street. I want to do the hearing in Chambers. “Did you want to do it, uh…” Well, the hearing is on the calendar at 10:30 this morning. Can you make it over? I think it would be helpful for all, if