Down from canada the wild mallards come in autumn, green heads pointing south. Thousand miles of Mississippi Valley below them. Quite a view from america. More limited, but still a pleasant view, america from a school room window in nebraska. The view of a country, any country is harsh through iron bars. Im joseph wells. I am a lawyer. A flight of birds, some americans in trouble, and a white temple on the hill. This is the story i want to tell you. It is the story of the Supreme Court of the United States. You feel very small when you stand in the entrance of the Supreme Court building in washington. The corinthian columns rise three stories high, made of marble from the quarry of the state of vermont. Inside, gleaming marble from alabama is underfoot and all around you. And polished walls and columns under a covered ceiling. In this room, historic meetings take place. With jurists of other days observing from the mall walls. A staircase of bronze and marble spirals upwards. In the ha