More Souter worship

Lest my readers think I’m a Souter sycophant, I want to emphasize that I did not love every decision the retiring justice penned. In particular, Kelo v. City of New London, the controversial eminent domain case, really rubbed me the wrong way. (It only looks worse since I moved to New York and started following the many projects that marry powerful government interests and private developers against less powerful residents. I am not trying to say development is unquestionably bad, but it certainly deserves to be scrutinized and kept in check when residents’ interests are at stake). In general, I have a lot more I would like to read about the court’s rulings on cases that concern corporations and business, cases that often get overshadowed by perhaps more compelling social issue matters.

Still, the 17-year-old in me is giddy to see all of the Souter tributes across the web. One of my favorites is the piece in the New York Times about his New Hampshire farmhouse and the surrounding town. I envy this guy’s bucolic existence, even though I don’t think I could hack it (for the Souter fans among you, you will recognize that pun).

My friend also cued me to this brilliant little limerick from a commenter on the Volokh Conspiracy blog, and I’ll close with it:

There once was a man from New Hampshire,
met with conservative fanfare;
after no years of imports,
except that vote to abort;
he disappeared back to his man lair.


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