“Grandpa, where were you when Obama was sworn in?” I was fulfilling my civic duty, listening to a closing summation by a defense attorney. We could hear the screams of joy from the street through the courtroom windows on the 15th floor. If I had to miss the moment, I’m glad this was why; it felt appropriate to be doing service. Still wish I hadn’t had to miss the moment, though.
the courthouse at 100 Centre Street, Manhattan
We had to do the hardest thing a jury can do- vote not guilty on a serious charge, knowing that it was very, very likely that he’d done it, but also knowing that the DAs had failed to prove the charges beyond a reasonable doubt. Was pleased to see in the paper this morning that he’ll likely be sentenced to 20 or more years on the other charges, which we were able to reach a verdict on without any problems.
Now… back to class. Urgh. :/
Why yes, that is a swamp buggy. Besides driving it, I spent some quality time with family, some time getting bitten by mosquitoes, and some time in canoes. Good weekend all around.