On the day of his trial, Wendell Winkle used taxi money from his mother to buy a pint of Jack and chugged it on the bus before arriving at municipal court. Three months had passed since the sensational robbery at the National Museum of Cats, and for simply not being in the right place at the right time, the District Attorney had charged Wendell as an accomplice. Located outside Lucky Lee’s Noodle House, the courthouse resembled an old-timey telephone booth. Wendell hoped his girlfriend, Helen, would be waiting there to sprint him away. Her last words were, “Be patient. Trust … Continue reading The Problem with Probabilities