John Adams High School - Clipper Yearbook (Ozone Park, NY)

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Clairvoyance MARILYN BANDIERO MY KNEES shook slightly as I walked down the dimly lit corridor to the courtroom. The mirror-bright marble walls reflected my image. From around the corner I could hear the porter whistling happily as he polished the brass plate beside the door. Good moming. sir. Kinda early aren't you? Yes I am. I have some papers to put in order. My voice was calm despite my moist palms. Well, good luck, sir, and he started to whistle again. I entered the main courtroom and walked to my seat. From outside I could hear the steady drumming of the rain as it beat listlessly against the stone of the building. The sky was dull and heavy with scattered black- ned patches. Through the heavy mist that cloaked the world I could see the distant fields, with the trees weighted and drab looking in the early morning hours. The air in the room was dusty, as if the floor had just been swept and the iudge's bench cast a shadow across the table at which I sat. I removed my raincoat and hat. then took from the briefcase that was a gift from my wife. a sheaf of papers. As I sat looking fondly at it, it began to age, and soon the gold stamped initials on it were worn and tarnished, the leather soft and creased. I reached out to touch 26 it and my hand was one of an older man. I looked about me, the court- room was hushed and I could hear the excited whispers of the crowd as I walked confidently forward. I thought then of my friends who had called the night before to wish me luck. and I thought also of Lucy my wife. She had been so concerned that morning when I had refused breakfast. Through all my years of studies, it was always she who had pulled me through-always she who was strong where I was weak. That moming when she came downstairs with my raincoat. I was busy looking for my cardboard portfolio. When I tumed, she was standing there with the new leather one. He's famous. crowed an elderly woman. He's going to be made a judge, another said. Who is he? piped up a young voice answered by a neighbor. Why he's Ioseph Nebur. A loud crash of thunder brought me back to reality and I looked about me in amazement. The people were gone. the bench empty. I sat there awhile. dazed and at last a few early arrivals entered the rear door. and I realized they were coming to see me. To see me present my first case. I rose from my seat to go to my client and my knees were steady. my head high. I heard a few whispers. That's Ioseph Nebur. i They say he's going places. This is his first big case. D I glanced out of the window. The storm was over. The calm was be- ginning.