From The Outhouse To The Courthouse

Most of us are able to recall at least one early childhood memory. One of those memories takes me back to a time when I was around four years of age. That would be the day that my grandmother pulled up in front of our little three room house with shocking news. From that moment on, life as I had known it would be forever changed. No one can deprive us of our childhood dreams, even if we grow up in poverty. Looking back, it is now clear that those dreams would serve as a guide along the pathway of life. Many of those dreams would come true. Becoming Dallas County Judge was easy. Fighting public corrpution was not. And now, you'll be able to join me as we travel along that pathway revealing several secrets not previously shared.