As part of my job I make weekly trips to the courthouse . . . picking up paperwork or sitting in on courtroom sessions. It can be quite interesting, and also heartbreaking at times.
Had to laugh today when I came out of the new entrance to the courthouse – which has undergone expansion over the past 18 months or so – and spotted a sign in a window of the building across the way:
Can’t quite see it here . . . the sign (!!) in the window is off in this picture . . . let’s try again, shall we?
Yeah, he’s an attorney . . . and yes, he defends the bad guys . . . and yes, methinks he doth protest too much . . . most of the guys he defends are . . .
No matter what his sign says.
gotta love small town living!
by the way . . . when you can’t find me here . . . try looking over here at Knitting Passion. You should find me there.