Good intentions gone awry
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Gov. Frank Morrison was a gent that I enjoyed visiting. I greatly respected him. I'd known Frank since high school when his son Biff (actually Frank Jr.) and I played football together. At the time, Frank was a successful attorney in McCook. Even my dad had great respect for Frank having sat on the jury of a local murder trial while Frank was the defense attorney. Dad was impressed that Frank pulled no stunts to get his guilty client off but simply portrayed him as the unsavory character that he actually was. A fair trial? You bet. The jury's decision was easy and correct and the perp went off to his just reward.