The first time I went to court was on a Tuesday after Labor Day, in 1984. Law school had not prepared me for the lawyers' cheek to cheek kissing, the schmoozing, the gentle back slapping, the "How's the wife and kids" and the smatterings of Yiddish. Was I in court or at a bar mitzvah? These Nassau County matrimonial lawyers all seemed to know each other and to get along. How could they be adversaries, too?