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Excerpt from Chapter 12: Michigan Marty… Charismatic Tough Guy

…School was out and life was in. After all, Kerouac, the spokesman for a generation of restless youths, just told everyone life is to be lived, not studied, analyzed or contemplated.

So, Michigan Marty and his boys all bought saxophones, trumpets, clarinets and trombones, took a few lessons, and drove through the Hood on Fenkell and Livernois in old convertibles “honking” on those horns. That outrageous “scene” was something to behold: youthful characters searching to establish an identity, riding through the Hood at Livernois and Fenkell, blaring out a cacophony of discordant sounds that reverberated off store front windows and into the endless summer nights of the mid-1950s, and on up to the Milky Way Galaxy, and then on up to the very ears of God – the creator of “free will” that opened the door for this discordant symphony of restless youth. Let’s have another cocktail.

Excerpt from Chapter 14: Judge Connie Marie Kelley… A Girl From The Hood

The NAACP decided that a white lawyer was needed to represent Dr. Sweet in what was sure to be a racially charged all white jury trial. For America, in the twentieth century, was still struggling 150 years later to fulfill Thomas Jefferson’s eloquent, self evident promise in the Declaration of Independence that “all men are created equal.” The NAACP chose famed “trial lawyer,” Clarence Darrow, who had just concluded his defense in the Scopes Monkey trial in which he depicted his adversary, the great orator William Jennings Bryan, as a close minded, bible thumping caricature. After finishing the Scopes Monkey trial, Clarence Darrow, at age 69, decided he had just enough energy left to take on yet another demanding social cause.

Excerpt from Chapter 15: Taking on General Motors, Insanity… And Broken Hearted Melodies

F. Lee Bailey was an interesting character. I had been interested in his trial-lawyer career since I was in law school. Bailey had a resume of challenging trials: Dr. Coppolino’s acquittal of murdering his wife on retrial, Albert De Salvo, the “Boston Strangler,” Patty Hearst, the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA) murder trial arising out of Patty Hearst’s kidnapping, brainwashing, followed by her criminal career as a foot soldier for the terrorist SLA group, and later his work with National Football League great, O.J. Simpson’s, legal “dream team.” My interest in Bailey was, obviously, not reciprocal. When I ran into Bailey and some blond bombshell at a private club, “Pips,” in Los Angeles in the 1980s and introduced myself, he blew me off in a heart beat: “Nice not to know you kid.” “But, Lee…?can I have a dance with the blond?”