During one of my criminal procedure classes, long ago, a professor told the class that there was going to be a good trial we should consider watching in the Eastern District of New York. It was a mob trial against two well-known defendants accused of all sorts of crimes. The judge was the Honorable Jack B. Weinstein.
No one in the class took our professor up on this—even though he gave us the right to cut class —except me and one friend. We promptly went to the Eastern District and began watching excellent defense and prosecution lawyers—and an incredibly thoughtful, considerate and excellent judge. Judge Weinstein could clearly see we were students because we looked like students.