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Outside, my lawyer tells that he was talking to the prosecutor. He said they have to pull all of the papers for the people that have lawyers and go over them. The judge will then talk to the officer then to the lawyers and my lawyer will try to get my charge amended to something lower. He tells me the judge is a brand new judge and they went to law school together. Hopefully that’s a good thing.

He says it may take a few hours before all that is done and he asked me to take notes on the verdicts for other cases that were the same as mine. I tell him that’s fine. I go back inside the courtroom and take a seat. The waiting game begins.

While I’m waiting, the gray-haired bailiff leans on the podium in the middle of the courtroom facing everyone. He says to no one in particular, ” For 242 cases, there aren’t too many people in here.” He decides to see if there’s a line outside of the courtroom. He finds no line. He comes back in with a disappointed look on his face. He says there’s no line out there and he doesn’t know why people wait till the last minute to get here thinking they can get into the courtroom. They don’t like people standing around and I guess if there aren’t any seats, you can’t be in there.

Over 20 officers were seated in the front row of the courtroom. Some were in uniform while others were in suits. Mine wasn’t there. Things were looking up. The judge walks in…

To be continued.

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February 11th, 2007

[...] Read part 1 and part 2 before you read the conclusion of the story. The judge walks in and we do that old stand up while the judge walks deal. Since so many court dates were scheduled for that day, the judge gave a few rules for how things were going to run that morning. They went pretty much like this: [...]

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