Many years ago, I was on a police ride along for a news piece for a radio station where I worked in a small town in Illinois.
We popped a van full of drunks on a hot summer night. Lots of open bottles.
Back at the station, one of the miscreants demanded his lawyer.
When asked his lawyer’s name, he responded...
F.B. Layley!
True story!
I lived in the same town as the famous lawyer. He had his own helicopter pad in his yard.