Almost everyone has a Joe Mirsky story. Tough, gruff, sweet and sour, that was Mirsky who held court in Superior Court even though he wasn’t wearing a robe.
“I didn’t take the fifth,” he’d say, “I drank it.” Mirsk was a pretty good tipper in more ways than one. As a young, broke scribe circa 1980, one day I rode the elevator with Mirsk in the Main Street courthouse. I hadn’t a penny in my pocket. “Mirsk, can I borrow $10?”
“Sure,” he said, digging into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash. He handed me a $100 bill.
“Mirsk, just $10 will do. Thanks.”
“Take the money you guinea bastard or I’ll knock you on your ass.”
I took the money because there was a distinct possibility he would knock me on my ass. But that was Mirsk. All I wanted was a box of chicken McNuggets at McDonalds, he gave me enough to feed an army. From Dan Tepfer, CT Post:
Attorney Joseph Mirsky, who for decades epitomized Bridgeport’s criminal defense practice with his brash, always colorful personality, has died.
The Spear Funeral Home, in Fairfield, confirmed Friday they had handled the 85-year-old Mirsky’s cremation. No services were scheduled.
For more than 50 years Mirsky was a familiar figure in the area’s courthouses, hobbling around on his bow legs, running shoes without socks, a bulging yellow legal pad under his left arm. More often than not his greeting would be in the form of the question, “Hey, how’s your sex life,” or an off-color joke. He appeared to be a combination of Popeye the Sailor and that relentless mechanical bunny featured in a battery maker’s TV ads. And it appeared there was just no stopping him.
“I’m not going to stop, I’m just going to keep on going,” he confirmed once in his gravelly voice. “If I’m to die, it’s going to be in my chair in my office.”
But that was not to be.
A heart attack and other recent ailments finally brought Mirsky to a standstill and forced him to give up his law practice which at one time controlled 80 percent of the area’s criminal court docket.
“He truly was a legend in his own time,” said Milford lawyer John Walkley. “A unique individual, I don’t think there is anyone who practices law in this state who didn’t know Joe and had a story to tell about him.”
In a joint statement, local lawyers, John R. Gulash, Eugene Riccio and Christian Young agreed that Mirsky “clearly marched to a different drummer.”
“Every system needs a Joe Mirsky, he was an integral part of the Bridgeport legal community, and, no one is going to fill his sockless sneakers. He entertained us, and always had a joke for every judicial pretrial. We all to a certain extent learned from Joe Mirsky, through the gravely voice, the somewhat gruff arguably crass exterior, he is someone who would literally give you the shirt off his back, would have time for everybody, including the older contemporaries as well as the new lawyers, and all his past and current clients.”
Several local lawyers have suggested to honor Mirsky they would all go about a day wearing running shoes but no socks and share found memories of him.
A native of Bridgeport’s North End, Mirsky attended public schools and graduated from Central High School in 1945. He enrolled in the expanding University of Bridgeport and graduated with the first large class in 1949. He went to Boston University School of Law and graduated in 1952.
Following graduation from law school and being admitted to the bar, Mirsky enlisted in the U.S. Army where he was assigned to serve in the Army Judge Advocate General Corps. He was enrolled at the judge advocate general school at the University of Virginia in 1952 and completed a year of training before being assigned to the First Army headquarters. He served as a judge advocate for 16 months in Korea and two months in Japan, attaining the rank of first lieutenant. After receiving an honorable discharge in 1955, he returned to Bridgeport and opened his practice.
Over the years Mirsky’s office on Main Street swelled to five lawyers and six secretaries. Among the alumni of Mirsky’s office was Aaron Ment who would go on to become the state’s chief administrative judge.
Some of Mirsky’s cases would go on to become the stuff of legends, others ended him up before the state Grievance Committee.
In 1996 he represented a self-proclaimed witch in Monroe accused of having ritualistic sex with a 15-year-old Trumbull boy. During an impromptu press conference on the steps of the Main Street courthouse during that trial he challenged a large group of news reporters, many of them women, “Come on, what woman wouldn’t want to have sex with a 15-year-old?”
He was later chastised by the grievance committee after a female lawyer in a divorce case complained that Mirsky, the opposing counsel, was making masturbation motions while she was questioning a witness on the stand.
And then there was that time Mirsky sat down on a courtroom bench next to a mob boss and decided to tell the man an Italian joke. “Find out who that was,” the boss said to his large bodyguard after Mirsky had left.
Although Mirsky would never apologize for his actions he later admitting to having an alcohol problem which he later claimed to have beaten.
Joe Mirsky was a true Bridgeport legend. I knew him for over 35 years having interacted with him on a personal and friendly basis as well as a professional one. He will truly be missed.
R.I.P. Joe, and while you’re at it, give them Hell wherever you are!!!
Joe Mirsky could be a bartender’s best friend and an owner’s worst nightmare, both at the same time. He was as generous as he could be onerous.
One of the best Mirsky stories happened in the late ’90s or early ’00s. Joe was primarily a Courthouse “B” lawyer witnessed by the long lines that would stream out of his office in the Security Building. He once was in front of a judge in the Golden Hill Court when a Jose Rivera was brought in for arraignment for a misdemeanor charge. Joe waxed poetic of the character of his client and his ties to the community that resulted in a PTA (Promise to Appear). After Mr. Rivera was cut loose all hell broke loose. You see there were two Jose Riveras up for arraignment that day. The wrong Rivera, up on murder charge, was let go! Only in Bridgeport!!!
There was a “legend” in Part B that Joe was having trouble with a young assistant state’s attorney several decades ago in making pleas for his clients. And thus it came to pass a docket of virtually nothing but Mirsky cases were scheduled … And judges were scrambling to put in vacation requests when they found out.
“Original” is not a unique-enough word.
I remember seeing him daily on the treadmill for HOURS at the Y. A gentleman in the truest sense of the word. RIP Joe.
*** Joe-Joe no socks, was a Godsend for the defense of the average man’s rights, no? *** RIP ***
Toots’ & Sam’s Luncheonette
When I was I young man I worked for a Company on Fairfield Ave and Park called The Smith Holding Co. They sold dental equipment and false teeth, back in the ’60s. I was their delivery boy; I would bring little bags of false teeth to all the labs and dentist offices on Main St. It was a great job, they would give me bus fare every day, and I would always walk and pocket the money.
But the best part of the day was having lunch at Toots’ & Sam’s Luncheonette on John St. Toots was a crabby bald-headed guy who would serve sandwiches and drinks, while his brother Sam who was always in a suit and tie, would take horse bets in the backroom. In the front of the luncheonette was a guy named Miller Ross, he would sell newspapers and magazines, plus the daily racing form, and take the street numbers with his helper, a guy named Sailor. When you enter the luncheonette, Sailor would always say “Hi, sailor” to everyone.
Toots would always take your order and screw it up, and John the cook made the best corned beef and roast beef sandwiches, and Jesus the dishwasher and delivery guy who would drive Toots crazy when he would go up to Main St to cross at the light with a delivery to Lane’s Hairstyles, which was directly across the street from the luncheonette, Toots would turn three shades of red. Toots would say “he does that just to piss me off!”
The place was always packed with businessmen and lawyers. It was a great place to have lunch, I remember my first day there, I ordered a corned beef sandwich and a Coke, Toots brought me a roast beef sandwich and a coffee. I said “Hey! I ordered a corn beef sandwich.” Toots would yell back “make up your mind!” then someone said “just eat what he puts in front of you, kid.”
Every day lawyer Joe Mirsky would come in for lunch and crack the place up; he would start with Miller Ross and Sailor and work his humor right up to Toots. When Mirsky came in, Toots would move down to the opposite side of the counter. Mirsky always had a way of getting to Toots. Toots would never say a word, while Mirsky laid into him.
Joe Mirsky was a sharp lawyer and a funny guy, he made that luncheonette light up with jokes about Toots. I would laugh the entire time Joe was there.
I miss Toots’ & Sam’s Luncheonette, it was a great time to be part of Bridgeport. I met Joe in court a few years back and reminded him about Toots’ and Sam’s, we had a few good laughs and he thank me. He said Toots would always let him make fun of him.