Meet a playful and thoughtful Judge O’Connor before she became Justice O’Connor. Run into George Washington. Appreciate the brief eloquence of a Navajo herdsman.
Punch a doggie at a round-up. Talk with a professional safecracker. Witness two ex-marines banging heads during a deposition, like bighorn sheep.
Say a quick hello and goodbye to the regulars at St. Elmo's bar in Bisbee. Sip bourbon with a judge in his chambers while a jury deliberates.
Ron Rubin had these encounters and many more over the course of his fifty years as a lawyer in Phoenix, AZ.
From the time he was preparing to be a lawyer at the Columbia University School of Law to his years as a prosecutor and to a sometimes amusing, sometimes tragic year as a sole practitioner, to later years as a partner in a small firm, as a part-time Scottsdale city court judge, and as an associate in a mid-size firm, Ron met and dealt with the profound, the profane, and everything in between.
Mostly, though, Ron enjoyed the absurd and the humorous, as revealed in these pages.