If you're into following the Supreme Court, even in a desultory sort of fashion like me, there's no better way to do it than by subscribing to the e-mail list run by Mark Stancil (If you want to subscribe write mark.stancil@bakerbotts.com.) He watches; he writes; all you have to do is read and be amused. His write up yesterday had an example of Justice Scalia at his finest:

"One issue raised at oral argument [Virginia v. Hicks (02-371), which concerned a Richmond municipal housing authority policy allowing the authority's director wide discretion to bar nonresidents from the premises. "] was whether a state can effectively designate certain streets or sidewalks "private," by ceding them to a separate authority or otherwise barring the public. Justice Scalia pushed Hicks' counsel to concede that, for example, the street leading up to the door of the Virginia Governor's mansion is not "public" in the true sense of the word. After counsel sidestepped the issue by calling the
pavement in question a "driveway," Breyer chimed in with the observation that there are things in Cambridge (Mass., I assume) called "private ways," but no one really understands what that means. As the ripple of laughter subsided, Scalia brought down the house with his retort that "there are a lot of things up in Cambridge that no one understands what they mean."

Amen, Mr. Justice! Preach, brother, preach!