Michael Juviler ()
The legal community and a far wider community has mourned the loss of Judge Michael Juviler (NYLJ, Jan. 25). When describing an uncommonly talented jurist to whom other judges looked up, we might refer to “a judges’ judge”, and Michael was surely that.
But he was a good deal more. When in practice he was “a lawyers’ lawyer;” in the courtroom he was “a jurors’ judge” and in all, a judge for the defendant, the prosecution, the litigant, and ultimately the public. All knew that he would be, and always was, consummately fair, thoughtful, and scholarly; qualities that mark the best of judges.
Being Mike, and being much admired, he had a lot of friends and I was fortunate to be one of them. He sat in Brooklyn Supreme Court for a long time and whenever I was anywhere nearby we would arrange to have breakfast, often with Judges Robert Kreindler and Alan Marrus. Over scrambled eggs and coffee we would (profess to) solve the world’s problems: national, international, and intergalactic, address the eternal questions, and freely throw around case citations in seamless discourse with wholly reliable gossip. He was a model in his judgment and erudition, always decent, always generous. (Even in gossip he was discreet.) When he spoke, whatever the subject, we all gave special attention, because,…well,…because he was Michael Juviler, one of a kind.
The writer is a retired Court of Appeals judge
who is counsel at McCabe & Mack in Poughkeepsie