Farewell, and May All Your Dreams Come True

That is, unless one of those dreams is a nightmare, in which case I hope that particular dream does not come true.

Anyway, thank you again to the Prawfsers for letting me do a little blogging here this past month.  I'm sorry I didn't have more to say.  It's actually been a busy month, as I'm getting ready to teach our new 1L class in Legislation and also trying to finish up the Weights and Measures Clause chapter in my new book, The Odd Clauses: Understanding the Constitution Through Ten of its Most Curious Provisions, before disappearing into teaching for the semester. 

I'll leave you with this R-rated story I published a while back about a Supreme Court justice who takes off to Jackson Hole for the summer and develops a crush on a Liz Phair type rocker.  The journal it appeared in is called Barrelhouse, and I highly recommend it to anyone looking for some fun, lively fiction and non-fiction.  The story is one little piece of my still sitting on my shelf not being published book of short stories, "Objection!  Stories About Lawyers and Non-Lawyers," which is currently wagging its tail and being cute and looking for a kind editor to publish it.