LETTERS TO THE EDITOR COLUMN
I am thankful to be reminded of those wonderful days in Department 220 of the Civic Center Courthouse in San Francisco, where sometimes it was a contest between me and San Francisco County Superior Court Judge James J. McBride to see whose face reached a more violent shade of crimson while we yelled at each other in open court. ["A Cleanup Act," July 22]. I had a job to do: I was the managing assistant district attorney ...
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