On the Road.... in unusual places
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captainsblogI had a first-thing court appearance in a town court near here this morning. It was my roughly once-a-year foray into the wonderful world of criminal law (more like every other year if you don't count my own traffic tickets;), and as usual, I felt completely fish-out-of-water-like with all the unfamiliar shop talk and nonverbal nuances (like who brings the file from the ADA to the Judge- usually, I don't handle The Other Side's papers, but here, it seems, it's just what's done).
One aspect of the whole thing was completely lacking in subtlety, though.
I couldn't photograph it, of course- judicial proceedings in this state, at least, still being firmly entrenched in the late 19th century- so let me paint the verbal picture, aided with something nearing the limits of my photoshopping abilities:
The judge's bench (his nameplate about the size of "A" above) is maybe a foot or two above the clerk to his right (identified by "B") and the stenographer to his left (no nameplate for you!). By far, the biggest sign on public view in the whole room is "D," below the one, "C," that has the words "NO PERSONAL CHECKS" on it.
[Poll #1605376]
I'm sure you can guess the correct answer, and what it has to do the the "administration" of "justice" under the "law."
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From there, I had to pick up a document on the other side of that town, so I wound up coming back to the office via one of the south-townier sections of Transit Road than the one I'm on nearer to us just about every day. Near the heart of the village of Depew (which I swear I am not making up), there's a perfectly odd combination of businesses on a street corner not far from Walden Avenue. On the corner is a scary, decrepit storefront, with crosses and skulls and crossboneses. It turns out to be Rotten Jack's Creep Shack- not one of those seasonal fright-show places that turn up in late September in abandoned mall anchor stores, but a year-round home for all your horror needs.
And in the adjacent storefront? A salon and day spa. Only in Buffalo:)
One aspect of the whole thing was completely lacking in subtlety, though.
I couldn't photograph it, of course- judicial proceedings in this state, at least, still being firmly entrenched in the late 19th century- so let me paint the verbal picture, aided with something nearing the limits of my photoshopping abilities:
The judge's bench (his nameplate about the size of "A" above) is maybe a foot or two above the clerk to his right (identified by "B") and the stenographer to his left (no nameplate for you!). By far, the biggest sign on public view in the whole room is "D," below the one, "C," that has the words "NO PERSONAL CHECKS" on it.
[Poll #1605376]
I'm sure you can guess the correct answer, and what it has to do the the "administration" of "justice" under the "law."
----
From there, I had to pick up a document on the other side of that town, so I wound up coming back to the office via one of the south-townier sections of Transit Road than the one I'm on nearer to us just about every day. Near the heart of the village of Depew (which I swear I am not making up), there's a perfectly odd combination of businesses on a street corner not far from Walden Avenue. On the corner is a scary, decrepit storefront, with crosses and skulls and crossboneses. It turns out to be Rotten Jack's Creep Shack- not one of those seasonal fright-show places that turn up in late September in abandoned mall anchor stores, but a year-round home for all your horror needs.
And in the adjacent storefront? A salon and day spa. Only in Buffalo:)
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Date: 2010-08-14 12:39 am (UTC)You could make the argument for either.