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Judicial Isolation
This week starts the seven-week online course for Special & Ethical Considerations for the Rural Court Judge sponsored by the National Judicial College (six weeks online meetings with one week break in the middle). As a member of the NJC faculty, I have helped teach this course for fifteen years. The other faculty members are judges from Nevada, Mississippi, Tennessee and California. The student judges preside in rural trial courts in several states. We meet via Zoom. Our first week’s session will concentrate on the topic of Judicial Isolation involving rural court judges. The lead faculty member is Judge Pat Lenzi from Nevada.
Judges who serve in smaller jurisdictions often find themselves with the warmth of law books as their main colleagues. Due to the ethical restrictions on judges to not discuss legal matters, judges who serve in sparse areas with few other judges often find themselves with no one to help them test many important decisions before peoples’ lives are dramatically affected.
As a judge for more than forty years in a rural court environment that had only two judges, I know the need for unbiased, informed, non-partisan input in many vital decisions. Of course, it is not just judges who can benefit from sage, well intentioned consultation. Many of the techniques for dealing with judicial isolation can be applied to help non-judges make better choices in life. As most couples come to realize, when their relationships hit rough spots, it is often because the parties do not make the effort to communicate; they isolate themselves and their partners. What often follows are misunderstandings that can lead to unintended bad consequences.
So the first suggestion to deal with isolation that may lead to bad decisions is for us to set aside our pride and reach out to others, especially to others who have our best interests at heart. With Rural Court Judges that might be a fellow rural court judge in our own or a nearby jurisdiction. With non-judges it might be a neighbor, a clergyman or work acquaintance.
Another help can be involvement in judicial associations or continuing judicial education meetings, for example, participation in NJC courses or civic clubs, such as Rotary, the Elks, BPW and numerous other service groups. Such work helps us break out of our isolation and, also, can do a lot of good for our local society without requiring the exchange of intimacy or the discomfort of too much closeness. We can set our own limits and honor those of others while forging lines of open communication when desired.
Society needs its Rural Court Judges to maintain independence so that a judge’s decisions are respected. It also needs judges who are integrated into their rural jurisdictions. This delicate balance may be difficult to achieve. But rural court judges do have practices and procedures they can implement and follow. The same is true for all non-judges.
We often fail to maintain that perfect balance between isolation and involvement. However, just as all other legal education, with study and practice, our Rural Court Judges will be able to have their decisions respected while they positively participate in their communities.
Up Stairs, Down Stairs
Donald Trump will be forever associated with escalators. Much of the world, at least the part I am part of, had paid little attention to The Donald until he and Melania descended those moving stairs at Trump Tower in New York City, New York on June 16, 2015. Then there was the non-moving escalator at the United Nations building September 23, 2025. President Trump demanded an investigation.
President Trump spoke to the assembled countries of the world that day. He began his lecture with:
“I’m really good at this stuff. Your countries are going to hell.”
Perhaps he has information about the world from some higher source the rest of us are not privy to. Next, he criticized the United Nations; he alleged the U.N. sent strongly worded letters but took no action. Then he dismissed the recognition of Palestine by 157 of the world’s countries while he ordered the United States to stand with currently Zionistic Israel, and formerly Nazi Germany and formerly Fascist Italy and Japan in refusing to demand human rights for Palestinians.
I can relate to how The Donald felt about the mal-functioning escalator system at the U.N. It is a common human frailty to ascribe our personal problems to others. In Trump’s case, the United Nations organization did an almost immediate investigation and determined Trump’s difficulties were caused by members of his own staff abetted by U.N. funding deficiencies due to Trump Administration policies.
It is not that most of us never fall victim to feelings that the world revolves around us and that misfortunes are intentional blows from an evil or uncaring universe. Narcissism, to some degree, is just part of being human. But for most people, the assumptions are normally that snafus are not personal but coincidental.
I have concluded that most of my misfortunes are not due to fortune but to my own errant decisions or just dumb luck. I believe most of humanity eventually comes to similar realizations. As for The Donald, his narcissism is just part of his character. However, the fact remains he did make a successful descent down that escalator in 2015 and is now in a position where untested aspersions cast upon others can be dangerous. We can only hope for more introspection.
Chim Chim Charlie
When I think of Charlie Gaston, I conjure up Dick Van Dyke’s song “Chim Chim Cher-ee” from the musical Mary Poppins:
“Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-eeA sweep is as lucky as lucky can be
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-oo
Good luck will rub off when (Charlie) shakes ‘ands with you.”
I do not know if Charlie has ever been a chimney sweep but I do know he has built some. I also bet he clicked his heels while he did so.
My September 03, 2025 edition of The Posey County News arrived by mail to JPeg Osage Ranch on September 08. New Harmony’s purveyor of good humor appeared resplendent along with his bicycle in a half-page article announcing the All About Charlie exhibit that runs from September 06 – October 22, 2025 in The Artists Guild Depot. Congratulations Charlie and “Thank you!” to the New Harmony Artists Guild.
In these days of terminal ennui, Charlie is just the prescription we should over-dose on. Charlie does not need any plaudits from me, but I am attaching a Gavel Gamut article I wrote about him the week of 08 October 2024 just because, as always, the mere thought of Charlie makes Peg and me feel better.
FEARLESS CHARLIE GASTON
On the morning of October 12 as Peg and I waited for the classy and lovely wedding celebration of Laura Campbell and Aravind Ayala at the Roofless Church in New Harmony, Indiana, I received a cellphone call from my always excited friend, Charles Gaston. “Judge! Judge! It’s your friend Charlie Gaston, I wrote a better book than you! Come to 325 Tavern Street and get your copy, Now!”
Three two five Tavern Street is the address of the 1860’s era brick home Charlie has personally renovated into a marvelous homage to all that is the small community of Rappite/Owen living history with Charlie as one of its extremely special residents. Charlie has only one gear, constant enthusiasm for life, and he was, as always, generously sharing it with the rest of us. After 88 years of giving and positive shining Charlie knows no negative thoughts. It is impossible to be with Charlie and be negative yourself. You might as well give up on gloom and get with Charlie’s program; you will just feel better.
Peg and I walked the three blocks from our lodging at the 1840 Harmonist House to Charlie’s unique and mesmerizing home. Charlie met us at the open front door with multiple handshakes and a stream of information from the final sale of his farm to the personally refinished wooden desk he had saved from extinction and placed with his and our friends, Rod and Lynn Clark’s, Lowry Hollow store on Main Street.
Charlie had my JUDGE LYNCH! book title tacked up on his wall and told me it was what had inspired him to finally write his autobiography. Of course, knowing Charlie’s generous spirit I assumed this was a beau geste, but it was still good to hear. That’s what time spent with Charlie does for you. You just feel better.
After the wedding celebration I started reading Charlie’s book and its companion piece by Charlie’s friend, Susan Wunder, titled Their Land, Too, Charles Gaston’s Back to the Land Story, that exposits Charlie’s love of nature and his organic farming with horses and sweat. It is a paean to Charlie’s dedication to the environment and healthy living.
And Charlie’s commitment to helping others and preserving the environment is not of the armchair variety. Not only did he operate his farm without modern machinery, he rode his bicycle thousands of miles from 1971 up through his winter ride from his home in New Harmony, Indiana to his farm and log cabin in Bloomington, Indiana (132 miles) to celebrate his 80th birthday.
Peg and I proudly claim Charlie as our friend, but such status is hardly unique. Charlie is everybody’s friend and the Earth’s too. And, I have to ungrudgingly admit, not only is Charlie a light in each of the lives he has touched, he is once again correct, he has written a better book than I have; get it for yourself!
A Path Apart
Stories from my beautiful life
By
Charles Gaston
Charlie’s address is Post Office Box 793, New Harmony, Indiana 47631. Since Charlie would not take any money from Peg and me, I do not know the price, but I am confident it won’t be expensive and maybe not much more than shipping and handling.
What I do know is that it will be worth whatever you pay; you will just feel better!
The End of Days
What makes life worth living? The ability to choose. If humans cannot choose what they do, then we are as livestock. When Americans travel to some foreign countries we are often perplexed by the reluctance of many of their citizens to voice their true opinions or openly protest the actions of their governments. One of the greatest values of foreign travel is the appreciation Americans discover of our freedom in America to say what we truly believe without fear.
So, when violence is perpetrated against Americans in America for speaking their minds, it jars our collective psyches. We may not agree with a speaker’s politics, religion, philosophy or choice of sports teams, but our First Amendment gives others the right to their expressions as well as our right to air our opposition. Our 249 years of free speech is why we will likely make it to our 250th birthday.
Our nation has often had to struggle to cling to this most important of democracy’s fundamental rights. We have survived a Civil War, McCarthyism, civil rights battles over gender, age, voting, foreign entanglements and countless other tears in the fabric of our rights to choose and freely express our true opinions.
It may seem the current atmosphere of attempts to silence unwanted different positions is unique. That is not correct. Our fledgling country survived a deadly duel between Alexander Hamilton, the Secretary of the Treasury, and sitting Vice-President, Aaron Burr, on July 11, 1804.
America has a long and varied history of violence against people for their political views. We have struggled through presidents Abraham Lincoln, James Garfield, William McKinley and John Kennedy being assassinated. Presidential candidate Robert Kennedy was killed while campaigning and several other presidents and candidates have had assassination attempts made against their lives: George Wallace, Theodore Roosevelt and Donald Trump to name but three.
There have been numerous assassination attempts made against other sitting presidents: Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, and both George H.W. Bush and George W. Bush. It is apparent that public service can be dangerous. Also, numerous plots against other American politicians have been both foiled and carried out. Being a public figure in America, especially one with strong views on emotional subjects, seems to bring out the worst in some people who wish to silence free expression.
Of course, in our contemporary society, our national media and others do not hesitate to assert that the most recent violence against someone else’s right to choose is the death knell of our democracy. These pronouncements are often coupled with diatribes against whatever political position is represented as in opposition to the attacked speaker’s political philosophy.
We do and should mourn and regret any violence against a public figure, such as Charlie Kirk, who may have been attacked simply because of his or her strong views, whatever they are. However, to predict our country’s demise based on attempts to quell freedom of expression is not supported by our long history of political violence. Draconian responses to horrific incidents of violence may be themselves quite damaging to our right to choose and, per force, to our democracy.
Richard Nixon
It is 4:30 a.m. and I just spent the last three hours watching a PBS special on Richard Nixon. It may be that years of working the night shift followed by several hours of college classes makes normal sleep abnormal for me. At least I prefer that explanation to what my father told me when I asked him why he was up and down most nights, “Son, when you get old you just can’t stay asleep”. Regardless, I am awake and the PBS documentary reminded me of a Gavel Gamut article I wrote in about January of 2007 about Presidents Richard Nixon and Gerald Ford. That article is set out below. Gentle Reader, I trust you remember it.
What almost twenty more years has done to my impressions of the turbulent Sixties and Seventies is soften some edges and made others more acute. Once again, just like my sleep habits, I prefer to ascribe those changes to factors other than my age. Anyway, I was intrigued by President Nixon’s self-imposed catastrophe wrought by a series of his seemingly inexplicable wrong decisions that changed Americans’ views of our own country and our role in the world. Most perplexing to me was how unnecessary and silly many of Nixon’s Watergate cover-up decisions were. Nixon was highly intelligent and disciplined. He was a tireless worker from a lower economic class family who knew right from wrong. Yet, he chose the easier wrong over the harder right at virtually every stage of the “Third-Rate Burglary” that brought about his own demise and our country’s imbroglio. It is a fairly obvious allegory of the old, “For want of a nail, a horseshoe was lost”.
One take away I got from the PBS special was how my view of Nixon’s frailties was softened by today’s events, such as the Jeffrey Epstein scandal and President Trump’s comments about it or, perhaps, the bombing of Iran or the sinking of the Venezuelan drug boat. I kept watching President Nixon digging a deeper hole for himself and the rest of us as my thoughts conjured up President Trump. Nixon went from winning every state but Massachusetts to resigning in disgrace. As a side note, Nixon’s first Vice-President, Spiro Agnew, had resigned in disgrace only a year before.
I do not predict nor am I soliciting any contemporary resignations, but the lessons of history should be heeded by those who lead us. Maybe some type of epiphany is called for. I know I had to reevaluate what I thought I had learned when I lived through similar times. Perhaps President Trump who is about my age was up watching the special too.
PARDON ME, PRESIDENT FORD
(Week of January 8, 2007)
President Gerald Ford died December 26, 2006. In a life filled with public service, he will always be best known for his pardon of President Nixon in 1974.
President Nixon personally chose Gerald Ford to replace the disgraced Vice-President Spiro Agnew who resigned in 1973 amid disclosures of bribery while Agnew was Governor of Maryland. Vice-President Ford served under President Nixon until Nixon resigned in August of 1974. One month after President Nixon resigned, President Ford issued him a full pardon for any crimes he may have committed while president.
At the time, I and most Americans were calling for a complete investigation of the Watergate debacle and especially Nixon’s involvement in it. It was a time of a media feeding frenzy and blood in the water. President Ford took the unprecedented step of going personally before Congress and flatly stating that President Nixon and then Vice-President Ford had no deal to pardon Nixon if he would resign.
I recall how dubious I was when President Ford stated that he issued the pardon only to help our country to start healing from the loss of confidence caused by Watergate. Yet, after a few months I began to have second thoughts about my initial reaction to the pardon. I began to see how much courage it took for President Ford to go straight into the anti-Nixon firestorm sweeping the United States.
As a country, we were almost paralyzed by the partisan fighting at home and the War in Viet Nam. We needed a new direction and a renewed spirit. Surely President Ford with his twenty-two (22) years in Congress knew he was committing political suicide by not giving us our pound of flesh. Still, he put his country first. Of course, the country rewarded his sacrifice by booting him from office and electing President Jimmy Carter to replace him.
But during the campaign of 1976, when President Ford came to Evansville, Indiana on April the 23rd, I took my son, Jim, out of school and we went to the Downtown Walkway to cheer the man who put country above self. For while William Shakespeare may almost always get his character analysis right, when it came to President Ford, “The good he did lived after him.” Julius Caesar, Act III, sc. ii.
Even President Carter, one of America’s most courageous and best former presidents said of President Ford:
“President Ford was one of the most admirable public servants I have ever known.”
And when it came to the pardon of President Nixon, Senator Ted Kennedy, while admitting that he had severely criticized the pardon in 1974, said that he had come to realize that:
“The pardon was an extraordinary act of courage that historians recognize was truly in the national interest.”
So, President Ford, since even your political opponents came to appreciate your courage and goodness, I am confident that you have long ago “pardoned” all of us who doubted you back when we needed your leadership.
Let’s Hear It For Misanthropy
Peg and I have given up requesting a restaurant table to ourselves. Regardless of the genre of eatery, the maître d’hôtel or greeter or simply the seater demands that we be seated among people we do not know or choose to associate with. The restaurant may have twenty empty tables but we are commanded to sit cheek to jowl with groups of strangers who do not appreciate our presence either. Our options are to spend our precious time and money among people we do not know and will never see again or to leave and buy groceries for a meal at home.
And should we be so fortunate as to find a sparsely occupied area when we arrive, the very next party to enter the establishment will be seated right next to us even though there may be numerous empty tables across the room. Usually such interlopers will be loud, boisterous and saddled with toddlers who spend their time letting their parents or grandparents know how unhappy they are.
Having been a waiter myself in various establishments in various locales, I know it requires very little extra effort to serve parties a few extra yards apart. In fact, I always preferred a little extra space between my customers who appreciated the same.
Another phenomenon I have noticed when dining out is that servers demand that we pay personal attention to them when all we want to do is enjoy our chosen company, order our meals and ask for the check later. We cannot reasonably do anything about a bad meal except not come back, so why are we asked ad nauseum, “Is everything okay?” If it isn’t, will we be reseated by ourselves? And why do the waiters or waitresses demand eye-contact and verbal responses? How about just a little privacy? With even a hamburger costing $40.00, is a little peace and quiet out of the question?
Of course, the real problem is not being seated cheek to jowl in restaurants, but being constantly accosted by other humans who are in constant fear of being judged irrelevant and, therefore, ignored. Everyone wants their own space and time, but they resent it if the rest of us want the same thing. Most people would rather be horsewhipped than be deemed insignificant. It is preferable to be abused instead of dismissed.
Even when Peg and I visited the two-million-acre Yellowstone National Park in early May when hardly anyone else was anticipated to be there, as we were enjoying the grand solitude of awaiting the eruption of Old Faithful, a bus load of clamoring tourists arrived. They exited the tour bus like a hoard of yellow jackets with cameras. Then as Peg stood trying to watch Old Faithful erupting, a man, without saying a word, leaned his elbow upon her shoulder with his camera in hand to video the event. It is fortunate for him the national parks prohibit guns.
Gentle Reader, you might ask why those who prefer some space and privacy ever leave home? It is because modern society gives us no option. In a world with over 8 billion people crammed all over it, any respite from the cacophony of clanging culture is like a poultice of blessed ointment, a surcease of soothing balm from Gilead. But, one can only escape into Amazon for so much. Some things in our lives require forays where providers require our physical presence. Those halcyon days of family doctor house calls, home repairs, disaster recovery and neighbors fixing our fences without notice are gone with the arrival of the questionable benefits of electricity.
Where are the neighbors and friends who, much as ideal children are neither seen nor heard until and unless they are truly essential. Is it not bad enough that we must fight our way through crowded streets, jostling airport queues, sardine seating on multi-hour flights and put up with clowns who pay for seats at ballgames and concerts then never sit down even if they are in a front row?
And who are the sadists who design airplane seating with three seats and four armrests? If we are required to pay exorbitant ticket prices we should, at least, never have to share armrests with total strangers. One row of only two separate seats ought to be mandated by federal law. Plus, the overhead bins should have available space for the maximum two passengers per row carry-ons. Don’t the people who design airplanes ever fly themselves?
Assigning blame for those who demand we are subjected to unwanted socialization is difficult. It may have begun with grade school curricula that force six-year-olds to mingle even if bacteria are the only thing truly exchanged. Or, perhaps, our own parents are to blame for constantly placing us in social settings where the supposed benefits are sharing and familiarization even if what is shared is contact with unwashed comrades. Do adults have such little faith in children they fear their individuality?
Of course, what most of us would love to avoid is the insipid political philosophies of those with whom we disagree. I suggest it is time the TV pundits and gratuitous sociologists who keep harping on “togetherness” simply shut up and leave us alone. I for one would be happy to afford others their clearly illogical political positions if they would reciprocate.
In conclusion, Gentle Readers, whether you are customers or providers, let’s just strive to leave others alone and hope they do the same.
P.S. from Peg: “Geesh, what a grump? Which side of the bed did Jim get out on this morning?”