Famously, RBG and the late Justice Antonin Scalia were close friends. Upon his unexpected death, her remarks modeled the kind of integrity and friendship that we hope for our own children:

Toward the end of the opera Scalia/Ginsburg, tenor Scalia and soprano Ginsburg sing a duet: “We are different, we are one,” different in our interpretation of written texts, one in our reverence for the Constitution and the institution we serve. From our years together at the D.C. Circuit, we were best buddies. We disagreed now and then, but when I wrote for the Court and received a Scalia dissent, the opinion ultimately released was notably better than my initial circulation. Justice Scalia nailed all the weak spots—the “applesauce” and “argle bargle”—and gave me just what I needed to strengthen the majority opinion. He was a jurist of captivating brilliance and wit, with a rare talent to make even the most sober judge laugh.

Where has RBG’s spirit of respect and tolerance gone? Does it still live amid the purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain?