Object to whatever

In the morning drive to the courthouse for jury trial. There all day. Cross examine witnesses and sit through videos and object to whatever from time to time. Drive home.

Speed trap

In the morning drive to Port Washington. Get pulled over by a cop. Got caught in a speed trap. Walk west to Saukville. Walk my way back east on country roads. Drive home.

Little group of geese

In the morning walk to the office. Get file ready for jury trial next week. Walk home. Walk down to the lakefront. A little group of geese walk right up to me but I have no bread for them. Then another person starts throwing out bread and the little group of geese runs off there as fast as they can. Walk home. Drive to Delafield. Eat at a hibachi restaurant to celebrate my nephew’s 18th birthday. Drive home.

Courthouse identification card

In the morning drive to the courthouse. Realize that I do not have my courthouse identification card. Try to sneak past security anyway. Get caught. Have to go through the line like everyone else. Go in for court hearings. Drive out to the House of Correction to get my identification, which I suspect leaving there yesterday. Wait in line for a long time there too. Get my identification back. Drive home. Eat lunch. Drive back to the courthouse. Go in for several more hearings. Drive home. Walk to the lakefront at sunset. Walk out on the breakwater after dark. Walk downtown and I am impressed by all the activity I see.

Bailed out

In the morning drive to the House of Correction. Find out that client bailed out. Drive up the road to get a haircut. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work all afternoon. Walk around downtown and pick up an order of ribs. Walk home.

Along the river

In the morning drive to the jail. Go in for consultations. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work for a while. Walk home. Walk north along the river out to Locust Street. Walk back home.

Surrounded by squawking

In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for a hearing. Drive home. Walk to the office. Do a zoom meeting with an expert on a case regarding the psychology of false confessions. Walk home. Walk down to the lakefront. See a bunch of geese. Start tossing out bread. More and more fly in. Soon I am surrounded by squawking.

Icy breakwater

In the morning drive to Brown Deer. Walk for a few minutes. Drive to Cedarburg. Walk for longer. Drive to Port Washington. Hike along Lake Michigan. Venture out on the icy breakwater. Drive home.