Sometime, if you ever want another kind of day off, spend it at the county courthouse. It could be very educational.
Evictionby Edward S. GaultThe lawyer was silhouetted against the lightFrom the window behind the judge.I remember him hoisting his file cabinet size briefcaseUpon the table in front of him,A burly hand gripping the handle-It was a big hand."I represent landlords in their claims against tenants" he said.I could not see his face.Just the hand and that big briefcase.A woman stood at the bar-A little girl in tow, her hair held backWith a heart barrette.She explained that she had lost her job,But that she was doing everythingShe could to pay the rent.She said that she even sold her carTo pay the landlord what she owed him.She said this a number of times at the trial.But she didn't have cabinet size briefcase.She had small delicate handsAnd a soft voice.Soft voices weren't being heardIn court that day.Copyright 2008