His colleagues quailed when, in 1986, he first sat on the court as a brash 50-year-old whose experience had been mostly as a combative government lawyer: a justice who, in that sanctum of columns and deep judicial silence, was suddenly firing questions like grapeshot.

When he showed me that he'd gotten the insurance certificate for our old car, I decided to let him have it.

Florida and I took off on our search for aguajes. I was determined to fill up our backpack with both fruit and fish and then be the first team to make it back to camp.

Their logic was as enviable as it was unattainable for everyone else: If you’re going to work from home indefinitely, why not make a new home in an exotic place? This tiny cohort gathered their MacBooks, passports and N95 masks and became digital nomads.