You asked for it. About 15 years ago I was working in a courtroom with a newly elected Supreme Court Justice. This dude was so cool, so down to earth, unlike most. I was convinced he had to be from Da Bronx, my hometown and home of the NY Yankees. (Turned out, he was from NJ)
We were working the matrimonial part with couples coming in, many women abused and crying. Some were pretty hot. He sends a couple and their lawyers out to the hallway to attempt to settle. As soon as they walk out he turns to me and says, Mark, would you do her?” I was a supervisor and so had to be concerned about BS political correctness. And having worked in court for 30 years I never experienced that from a judge. Needless to say, I was taken aback.
I immediately replied, “I don’t know, Judge, would you? He said, “I’d do her; I wouldn’t make a career out of her but I’d do her.” It was friggin hilarious.
I then said, “Judge, where did you grow up?”
I swear, a nanosecond didn’t pass when he said, “I haven’t.” He quickly became my favorite judge.
So, in answer to how old I am, I’m basically 2. I’ve never grown up and I never will. I’m like Peter Pan.
Older than dirt. Dead in dog years.
63.