Dream of: 31 July 1986 (2) "Series Of Wars"
After being away from Dallas for a while, I had returned to the Dallas County courthouse and was walking around the halls. I saw judge Mike Schwille talking with someone, then I walked into Schwille's courtroom. I wanted to tell Schwille that I had returned to Dallas and that I was thinking about working again in his courtroom. Finally, Schwille asked me how I was doing. I said, "Fine."
I told him I would like to talk with him, and he said, "Sure."
Schwille and I walked back to his chambers. He had a television turned on and said there had apparently been some problems in Atlanta. On the TV was a picture of what appeared to be a large ferry boat which had capsized close to the shore. The water had just begun to go over the side of the boat and all the crew members (about fifteen) jumped from the boat into the water. Finally, the boat went all the way under the water. I was unsure if the boat was the incident in Atlanta he had mentioned or if the incident was something else.
I told Schwille I would definitely like to go back to work in his court. I asked him if it would be ok and he said it would be just fine. He seemed happy to see me back. We sat in silence for a while. Other people were also in the room.
A picture came on the television showing boys exercising. Some were doing back flips. They ran and flipped into the air.
I asked Schwille if he were much interested in history. He said he was, and he talked of history's being a series of wars. He said there was a major war about every three years. I began to think that although that had been true in the past, it had changed a great deal since the invention of atomic weapons. We still had wars in the world, but they were not major wars.
Schwille maintained that there had been more than two world wars in history, but that we had not begun counting them as world wars until this century.
We finished talking; it was time for him to go out into the court. I told him I was not going to do any work today because I was not wearing a suit. I thought, "I might ought to just run home and put on a suit. It would be an extra hundred dollars."
We continued talking as we walked out into the courtroom. Realizing that I was not going to stay, I broke away from him and left. I began walking down the hall. I did not want to run into anyone right now—especially not my ex-wife Bonnie. I felt a strange about having returned to Dallas to practice law again, but I was there now, and I would just have to go ahead and do it.
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