Hot Daze 'n Jury Dooty.....

"Some people are like Slinkies...not really good for anything but you can't help smiling when you see one tumble down the stairs...."

The hallways of the not so venerable Sacto courthouse look, in many respects, like an advertisement for Men's Wearhouse....the cookie-cutter look among attorneys seems, to say the least, popular...not so much among the women attorneys who have their own fashion foibles...

y'know it's a foible when no matter what they're wearing 'n no matter what color they're wearing, you c'n take one look 'n recognize them as attorneys....I s'poze it could be the look in their eyes or p'haps their posture as they parade back 'n forth...reminds me of Kid Sheleens statement, "When you see a man set on a bias with a steely look in his eyes, y'know you're lookin' at a gunfighter...."

They say that women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head 'n a beer gut 'n still think they're sexy....I don't know if that's true for attorneys or not...I'm just wondering....

Anyways, it's hot out there, friends 'n neighbors, but it's cool inside the halls of justice 'n the jury seats are relatively comfortable...not the ones in the courtroom itself 'n certainly not the metal benches in the hallways nor the plastic institutional seating in the cafeteria where the overpriced coffee ain't too awful bad altho' there is no need to go into the quality of the food...I could, of course, but I really hate to go into so much negativity in this tiny space.....

And the jury seems like a pleasant enuff bunch altho' we all seem t'be taking the Judges admonition not to talk about what's happening which is the only thing we all have in common 'n that kind'a makes for a big hole in the conversation...

Anyway, with the heat 'n the long daze, I'm sleeping well at nite...they say that's a sign of a clear conscience or maybe just a bad mem'ry....