He just would talk to distract me. He didn't care that I didn't answer a lot. He knew how I worked. He knew I immersed myself in a case, especially the big ones.
He knew this because of Willie Harris.
The day that the jury, despite all my work and all my arguments, said that my client, Willie Harris, should die at the hands of the government of California , I left the state of California. My spouse put me on a plane to Montana.
I don't remember much about getting there.
I do remember sitting on Dan's porch in a rocking chair.
|View from Dan's porch in Montana|
And I remember Dan being there.
And I remember that after about a week I could actually form sentences.
I remember telling him what I felt when the words "We recommend Death" washed over me. He was the first person to listen to me.
He really is the only one that will ever know what I have locked inside about those cases.
He also knows why I still do it.