It was 2005. Somehow I had wangled an invitation to a speech by Justice Antonin Scalia
at Balboa Park in San Diego. I arrived late. He had already begun speaking. From the
back of the packed auditorium, I spied two reserved (but empty) seats front and center.
Using the body language of one who pretends he belongs in the hope that no one will
dare stop him, I walked down the aisle with my co...
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