I was in either a bus or train with several other people,
McGuire. McGuire began talking about the
bases for some of his ruling in bankruptcy cases of motions to lift stay. As
he talked, I began thinking about what my criteria would be if I
were a judge making such ruling. I thought I would have a definite
set of guidelines according to which I would make my rulings.
Then the rulings would become uniform. McGuire and the other
bankruptcy judges I knew, however, tended to rule on a case by
case basis, so one never knew what the result was going to be.
As we traveled along, I noticed that Charlie Schramm (a former junior high schoolmate) was
sitting next to me. I also noticed that he was wearing a hand
in a holster. I asked how he had obtained a license to carry the
gun, and he told me it had only been a matter of paperwork. He
pulled the gun out and handed it to me. As I looked at it I
thought I would also like to have a license to carry a gun.
We finally stopped in front of some buildings and everyone
got out. I noticed that an auction was being held in one small
store right in front of me, and I walked inside. Only four or
five people were at the auction, and I thought there might be
some good buys here. I walked through the store looking at the
goods to be auctioned. They were mostly art objects and small
sculptures. Although I was somewhat interested, I walked back out
of the store.
The rest of my party had gone into another building which
appeared to be a travel agency. I also went in. The building had a very large lobby with
people sitting around. I sat down with some of the people in my
group and listened to what they were talking about. One of the
group was a woman (probably in her late 50s) who was also a bankruptcy judge who knew me.
She was tall and slender, and had graying hair.
As I listened to the conversation, I realized they were
talking about how I had obtained bankruptcy clients when I had been practicing bankruptcy law. As the judge turned to me and asked me
about it, I immediately became nervous, but retained my composure. She didn't
know the name of the man who had sent me the clients, and I told her his name
had been Richhart. She then
began asking more probing questions about my relationship with