On Friday evening, April 6, 1984, Dallin H. Oaks was in Tucson, Arizona, where he and two others sat as moot court judges at the University of Arizona Law School. When the competition ended, the three judges went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner and an awards presentation. During festivities before dinner—“cocktails for others; nachos for me,” Dallin wrote—he was called to the phone near the restaurant’s cash register. “I went to the cash register,” Dallin recalled, “and a mariachi band was whanging away in the background. It was a chaotic scene.”
