Written at 8:45 this morning:“And can it be that in a world so full and busy, the loss of one weak creature makes a void in any heart, so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of vast eternity can fill it up!”
—From Dombey and Son, by Charles Dickens
Still working on the eulogy.
Still missing the pooch.
And STILL going to court! Yes, today is the bench trial for the crazy guy in my ’hood who continues his verbal assaults on people. Just this week he told a couple he hoped their young son contracted leukemia. I hope the judge takes action today and I don’t have to go anywhere near a court again!
Follow-up written at 6:30 this evening:
Oy! I’ve been in court all bloody day. Both the public defender and the state’s attorney tried to weasel their way into an extension of the case, but thankfully the judge pushed them to finish the job today.
It wasn’t a complete waste of time because I learned a couple of things:
1. The plaintiff is not allowed to hear the testimonies of the defendant or the witnesses—in fact, has to leave the courtroom and hang tight in the hallway.
2. You can file a police report well after an incident occurs—months after, in fact.
Newsflash: Never rely on television for information regarding the legal system.
Results of the Day: Mr. Nasty is under court supervision for the next 3 months and required to attend anger management classes. Kind of a wet-noodle slap, but at least he didn’t win on a technicality. If he slips up and somebody else calls the police, he’ll get arrested and the sentencing may not be so lenient.
One victory down, one eulogy to write…
[I wish I'd been in this court today: A Breach of Promise Suit by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge.]
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