March 2022 Bar Bulletin
By Christopher L. Young
Thirty years ago, my grandpa drove a late-seventies Toyota pickup. Beige. With a two-toned racing swoosh (dark brown and white) gracing the sides. I remember vividly that it was a manual transmission because my spot was the middle seat, the one place in the cabin where the stick-shift was sure to jam into my legs. Best case.
On a sunny day in October 1991, I sat in the middle seat of that Toyota, stick-shift prodding the meat of my hamstring. We were driving south on Second Avenue downtown listening to Anita Hill speak under oath about Clarence Thomas’s character and fitness. I listened to...