Meeting a Great American

I recently met a man that Momma calls a "Great American." Momma told me that he is a federal judge, which means that he gets to wear a big black robe, tell lawyers like Momma what to do, and he gets to keep his job as long as wants to. I think I might look into this whole "judge" thing when I get a little older. Meeting Judge Furgeson was a big honor, so I put on my best smiley face for him.
Thanks for letting me meet you, Judge Furgeson. You are, indeed, a GREAT AMERICAN!