Met a stunning woman there, Court Translator, interlocutor - Márquez mentioned. Frankly, we was just about to jump out of our skins when the NY Times intervened. I broke off telling her that I had lots of court stories, but really only a few. One always comes to mind.
When we were boys, our father brought us to Night Court to see the process and connect with his, er, skill set... the tasking, so to speak. It was really busy; Kings County Courthouse. The perennial cast of characters presenting, a commotion commenced as a line of culprits made entry from the holding pen.
A group of guys stood before the judge, heads all bowed, shuffling from foot to foot. It turned out they were Greeks busted on the waterfront for gambling without compliance. I've got to say Hizzoner was somewhat amused. The Legal Aid attorney pled them guilty and requested bail until disposition.
The judge granted it, releasing the crew on their own recognizance pending reappearance for sentencing. My brother ate it up - I figure he wanted to get involved in the process since that night. Didn't come to me until later... though they looked real sorry, what's the odds they showed up? Funny in the telling, I suppose.
I'd wanted to tell her the next time I saw her, but she looked spooked.
Go figure.
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