In the 1990s, I attended a mediation with my late mentor, Marshall Grossman.
The mediator was a beloved retired state court judge.
This mediator entered our room and sat down, reddened face, bulging veins. He wagged his finger, told us our case was “full of s#!t” and parroted a few words from our counterparties’ brief.
Satisfied with his performance, His Honor left the room.
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