Breaking News: This isn’t just another lost cause- Justice Lowy has scheduled a Hearing for Berkshire Museum litigation

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Huge step and opportunity. Justice Lowy has scheduled a hearing on Tuesday March 20 for counsel and parties! High noon. This is not to the full court; first stop is before the Single Justice. Justice Lowy has allowed 10 minutes each for oral argument.

Catch up on the case

 

4 thoughts on “Breaking News: This isn’t just another lost cause- Justice Lowy has scheduled a Hearing for Berkshire Museum litigation

  1. Excellent update thanks! 🙂 Dave & Kim 🙂 Jimmy Stewart (Wonderful World) and his spot on (Johnny Carson a Dog named Beau) 🙂 Dave
    “…I’ll always love a dog named Beau.”
    ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byA3JAdqPQk
    [READ] A DOG NAMED BEAU:
    He never came to me when I would call
    Unless I had a tennis ball,
    Or he felt like it,
    But mostly he didn’t come at all.
    When he was young
    He never learned to heel
    Or sit or stay,
    He did things his way.
    Discipline was not his bag
    But when you were with him things sure didn’t drag.
    He’d dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
    And when I’d grab him, he’d turn and bite me.
    He bit lots of folks from day to day,
    The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
    The gas man wouldn’t read our meter,
    He said we owned a real man-eater.
    He set the house on fire
    But the story’s long to tell.
    Suffice it to say that he survived
    And the house survived as well.
    On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
    He was always first out the door.
    The Old One and I brought up the rear
    Because our bones were sore.
    He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
    What a beautiful pair they were!
    And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
    They created a bit of a stir.
    But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
    And with a frown on his face look around.
    It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
    And would follow him where he was bound.
    We are early-to-bedders at our house–
    I guess I’m the first to retire.
    And as I’d leave the room he’d look at me
    And get up from his place by the fire.
    He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
    And I’d give him one for a while.
    He would push it under the bed with his nose
    And I’d fish it out with a smile.
    And before very long
    He’d tire of the ball
    And be asleep in his corner
    In no time at all.
    And there were nights when I’d feel him
    Climb upon our bed
    And lie between us, And I’d pat his head.
    And there were nights when I’d feel this stare
    And I’d wake up and he’d be sitting there
    And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
    And sometimes I’d feel him sigh
    and I think I know the reason why.
    He would wake up at night
    And he would have this fear
    Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
    And he’d be glad to have me near.
    And now he’s dead.
    And there are nights when I think I feel him
    Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
    And I pat his head.
    And there are nights when I think
    I feel that stare
    And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
    But he’s not there.
    Oh, how I wish that wasn’t so,
    I’ll always love a dog named Beau.
    – James Stewart

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  2. Thank you Catherine for this thorough blog post – at SAVE THE ART- SAVE THE MUSEUM – we appreciate the explanation – hope to see you at the courthouse on Tuesday and thank you in person!

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