"My client is charged with murdering his wife. He's Innocent, but we have to get started." Click! The phone went dead.
Wilton, North Dakota. Two different counties butting up against each other. The fault line separating the two counties had remained buried for three generations. One summer day it would rupture to the surface.
I went back to Gilby for the funeral of my Uncle Johnny. This is what I wrote.
It is a heart-stopping moment for the defense attorney. The bailiffs have informed the Court. The jury has reached its verdict.
"My client is charged with murdering his wife. He's Innocent, but we have to get started." Click! The phone went dead.
Lifelong friends, wonderful colleagues, and interesting work. Supreme Court Clerkship, 1981-82; best job I ever had.
Jack Cronquist passed away on April 29, 2017. He had just turned 92.
In July, 1994, Tom wrote this article for the North Dakota Trial Laywers. His client was a Native American who was accused of rape.
“Will you go?” I would go in a second.
This November, we the people of North Dakota are going to have to make a clear choice for Kent Conrad’s Senate seat. May our decision be as wise as the one made by that guy named Joe.
I understand some young reporter wanted to know what it was that explained the loyalty we have for this hockey team. She wanted to know what it was that caused this love for a team in a place so far removed from everywhere.
Her stick was two feet too long, and her skates were about ten sizes too big. She weighed about 70 pounds. But she was special from the very first practice.
Eighteen years ago, I received a call at my Parents’ farm outside of Gilby. I was Unemployed. Al Larivee, a trial lawyer from Grand Forks, was heading to Grafton the next day to try a DUI case and asked if I wanted to come along.
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