Trial
Weird. The two prosecuting lawyers from the trial called me yesterday for a post-game review. They wanted to know if I had any questions and how I thought they handled the case. Does that usually happen? It was nice that they thought to contact me. I really was dying to know about little things that the defense Crazy let slip. Yes, he had a prior conviction. The lawyer he'd fired called the owner of the gun to tell him where it was hidden: the house was already sold and people with kids were moving in. They didn't take the gun itself for evidence because they were sure Teh Crazy would appeal and the friend would never see the gun again: it was a gift from a brother or something. That was kind of them, though the majority really had to work hard to prove to the hold-outs that just because there's not a gun physically in evidence doesn't mean it didn't exist.
I teased the one guy about our weird eye-contact game. He laughed and said that I was a pretty good indicator of how things were going. Apparently my face is about as good as closed-captioning.
When I told them about reviewing self-defense strategies in my head in case I had to take the Teh Crazy down. They laughed really hard. Apparently they didn't think the deputy was standing close enough, either. After the jury left, Teh Crazy approached them for hand-shakes or something and scared them half to death. I guess I wasn't the only one who didn't want him out running around free. They are going to push for the maximum sentence: 12 years.
Gosh. For such an unpleasant circumstance, I really liked most of the people involved and I miss them. I know we could have all worked together in an office or something and been good friends. It sort of seemed inappropriate for me to invite them out for a congratulatory drink, though. Oh well: all things that rise must converge, right? Maybe I'll see them around town.
I teased the one guy about our weird eye-contact game. He laughed and said that I was a pretty good indicator of how things were going. Apparently my face is about as good as closed-captioning.
When I told them about reviewing self-defense strategies in my head in case I had to take the Teh Crazy down. They laughed really hard. Apparently they didn't think the deputy was standing close enough, either. After the jury left, Teh Crazy approached them for hand-shakes or something and scared them half to death. I guess I wasn't the only one who didn't want him out running around free. They are going to push for the maximum sentence: 12 years.
Gosh. For such an unpleasant circumstance, I really liked most of the people involved and I miss them. I know we could have all worked together in an office or something and been good friends. It sort of seemed inappropriate for me to invite them out for a congratulatory drink, though. Oh well: all things that rise must converge, right? Maybe I'll see them around town.