The Judge

I have learned this much, a judge in Montana still has to wear a black robe, and it can be hot.  The same robe, though, can cover up the splotch a failed ink pen makes.  He can wear jeans on Friday, but must still wear a tie. On days other than Friday, he wears the tie with  khaki's and casual shoes, the kind you might wear to take an easy hike.  He does not wear cowboy boots, though, even though he's in Montana. He sometimes welcomes people, who will come before him, at the courtroom door. He has awarded bars to hang out at in order of protection cases, but he hasn't had a drink in 30 years.  He is a wonderful man!