By Old Willy Longbeard
Well, I got myself back in court for a look-see. It has been a few years since the last time I was there.
The first thing I noticed was the mass of cigarette butts strewn on the ground by the front door. It made me think of despair and foolishness mixed together in a big mess.
I did see a graduation. A troublesome fellow who was pampered by the courts as a youth has now graduated up to adult court. He now has breeches of probation, obstruction of the police, excessive use of alcohol, and assault offenses. So far he is still pampered. The prosecutor says next time though it won’t be so good for him.
What one notices on most of the faces of the accused is that there is no sense of any wrong-doing; rather there seems to be a sense of inconvenience at having to be at court.
There was one older woman who was arrested for damaging the cenotaph. She claims she was only repairing it and cleaning it up some. My whiskers shake at such shenanigans.
I think I should go now and get ready for tonight. The weatherman said there would be patchy clouds. I have never seen clouds that would look like my old jeans, but I am looking forward to it.
‘Til next time. Farewell