At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

The master of ceremonies, the court clerk, stepped aside. My father approached the podium.

“Thank you,” he began. “Thirty-five years ago, I took an oath. I swore to uphold the law without fear or favor.”

The room was silent, attentive.

“Tonight, I want to talk about legacy.”

He paused for effect.

“A career isn’t the only legacy. Family is legacy, and I’m continue reading …