When Barry served as a temporary Small Claims Court judge, I took the boys to see him in action. We walked quietly into the courtroom and sat down. Barry was directing things from a raised judicial podium at the front of the room. Intimidated by the microphones, flags and particularly the bailiff in uniform, the boys sat without moving in the row right in front of me. After some time, Mark leaned over to Andy and I overheard him anxiously whisper, “Is he going to do us next?”