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Back in the salad (and other roughage) days when I was a law clerk to a federal judge, we called the afternoon BM The Constitutional. It was the perfect joke for that age: sophomoric bathroom humor overlaid with top of the law school class smugness. Typically, we took the Supreme Court slip opinions with us to study. Some of my best thinking was accomplished there.The water closets in the Courthouse were well supplied, so the Supreme Court decisions only served as reading materials, though I do remember a funny, if somewhat repulsive, legend about what a predecessor law clerk did during The Constitutional when the Bowers v. Hardwick sheets came out. That advance sheet paper was pretty flimsy, so I always doubted the story.
This was well before Al Gore invented the internet and refined the notion of Senator in absentia. It was all paper, then. But I digress.
As I have grown older, less regular, and chained to the private sector, the Constitutional is no longer a part of my routine. But I do confess to feeling a bit full at the moment, and today's coffee intake has been significant. Perhaps old traditions should be given new moment.
So, I am going to slip to down to the men's room with a copy of Ricci v. DeStephano. Heck, maybe I will even have time to read the Minnesota decision on Al Franken.
