It is nothing but the truth when people say we are just passing through this tormented world, and when the good Lord comes to take us to His heavenly mansion, before our bodies are completely cold, many have already forgotten us.
In my birth country, we had a saying that goes like this: “the dead to the hole and the live one to the table.” Nothing can be closer to the truth than this.
A very small group of people (forty to be exact) gathered at the church to remember the man who for almost thirty-eight years had practiced law in this community.
Among the people who were present to pay respect to his memory and to his immediate family were Clark County District Attorney Steve Wolfson, seated with my good friend, attorney John Glenn Watkins; Esmeralda County District Attorney, Robert Glennen; Assistant District Attorney, Chris Lalli; Deputy District Attorney Bernie Zadrowski; Criminal Defense Attorney and Las Vegas Tribune columnist Mace Yampolsky; and private investigators Collette Putnam and Robert Lawson.
Among judges, the only one present was retired judge Don Mosley. It is very ironic because I wonder how many of all those seated judges went knocking on Carmine’s law office doors asking for campaign contributions during election time.
Carmine represented me a quarter of a century ago; I was not happy at the time with his representation, and I am glad I did not take it too personally and kept a good and cordial relationship with him. In fact, the Saturday before he died I was with him in his office for about two hours, and when I walked into his office we had this talk:
“Carmine, you are not really as bad a person as I thought,” I told him and he answered me.
“Why do you say that?”
I responded, “Because I will not allow a homeless person to live in my parking lot with a tent and all.”
Carmine said, “I feel sorrier for her cats than for her; she has two little cats.” And that was Carmine Colucci quietly helping others.
I don’t want to sound cynical, but with the sad turnout this man received after 38 years of interacting with judges and many attorneys, I guess that when my day comes and I die, my sister will have to stand by the doors of the church offering money for maybe five homeless people to come in and sit during my services.
I wish I would be able to see — from wherever I will be — to see who shows up for me; most likely no one.
Seeing Judge Mosley at Carmine Carlucci’s services, showing respect for a man that may have appeared before him hundreds of times shows class, shows compassion, and shows humanity.
I have many times disagreed with Judge Don Mosley, but I have always respected him because of his actions and behavior.
I go back many years when Judge Mosley was running for the very first time for a judicial office, he was running for Municipal Court Judge, and a police detective I used to know asked me to help him; so one day my friend Donald Snook and I jumped in a flashy convertible with Donald Mosley in the passenger seat and off we went to the old Westside and to some Hispanic spots, introducing the candidate to everyone. Donald Mosley became Judge Don Mosley on Election Day. He became Eighth Judicial District Court Judge until he retired.
When his marshal turned obnoxious and abusive, we kept him on the front page for more than two years when the mainstream media kept quiet and never reported on Judge Mosley’s marshal’s abusive and despicable behavior.
However, when Judge Mosley’s son got in trouble with the law and the judge appeared with his son in Juvenile Court, the media criticized him for appearing in court with his son (as any other parent would have done) “because he was throwing his weight around in court.” The Las Vegas Tribune praised him for taking his parent role seriously by giving his son the support he needed then.
Judge Mosley shops in the same store where I shop and I have seen how the people at the store greet him and interact with him. He is just so dry that sometimes he gives the impression that he is rude, but nothing is farther from the truth.
Bob Glennon, the Esmeralda County District Attorney, drove all the way from his county to show respect to Carmine Colucci, and for Bob to drive all the way here says a lot. (I just don’t want to be in the car with him.)
The whole scene is sad, very sad. Our prayers are raised to Our Lord Jesus Christ for the eternal rest of Carmine’s soul.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column.