There’s something totally different about attending a court hearing in person as opposed to watching it on television. Take today, for example. We barely made it to the courthouse on time and I left my purse in the car to get through security only to find that the escalator was down. Using a combination of elevator and stairs, I made it in time even beating Judge Ley into the courtroom while SB was parking the car.
The courtroom was unusually full and the front row was full. I had to sit in the very back row next to a defendant and his wife. For some unknown reason, Judge Ley didn’t appear in the courtoom until 8:35 am.
Once the new defense attorney and the prosecutor got started, the people in front of me were talking and the lady across the aisle was having a conference with her attorney crouched next to her. All of this was going on at my ear level so I stood up so I could hear. I’m sure the bailiff thought I was nuts, perhaps even threatening. But I got what I came for.
