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Three Little Things To Notice and Be Grateful For:
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The song in my head when I woke up: Through The Ghost, by Shinedown
Favorite line from the song in my head when I woke up: The world will never know you like I do
Commute Tunes: No commute yesterday. I did listen to the New Heights podcast while I was doing my thing around the house.
Something I’m looking forward to today: My neck injection. Please let this work.
Something I’m looking forward to in the next seven days: The July 4 holiday. Suck it, England.
Something I’m grateful for from yesterday: Time to read my book.
What I’m writing: Yesterday’s Two Crappy Pages involved finishing a story about annuities in the United Kingdom.
What I’ve written: It’s Thursday, which means News Nuggies. So let’s talk about how much it really costs to own a home, horrible plane behavior, a place you don’t want microplastics and the ugliest dog you’ve ever seen.
No one knows exactly who said “Justice delayed is justice denied,” so I’m gonna go ahead and take credit for it. Why not?
Yesterday evening, I went to the Wright City City Building to attend its twice-monthly municipal court session. After getting a speeding ticket in May for doing 45 mph in a 25 mph zone, I returned to the road on which my offense allegedly occurred and could find absolutely no speed limit sign that indicated what said speed limit actually was. That, to me, seems like a good defense for a speeding ticket.
My only experience in court has been covering various trials and hearings as a journalist. I love how court works. I love the rotating cast of characters that come in and out of courtrooms. I love that judges wear robes but wouldn’t think of those powdery wigs our friends across the pond still wear.
I have been to traffic court sessions. This wasn’t that. I had expected to go in, plead my case and have it finished. Turns out all this was was an opportunity to plead guilty or not guilty. I chose the latter and was asked if I was going to hire an attorney. I hadn’t planned to, but a person who represents himself has a fool for a client (another phrase I’ll take credit for creating), so I said “Yes” and my trial was set for Aug. 10.
Trial? Really? I don’t need a trial. I need to state one fact — there was no freaking speed limit sign and so I chose the county standard for when there are no speed limit signs — and see if that’s good enough for the judge to dismiss the ticket.
But now, I have to find an attorney. Which is going to cost the money I don’t want to spend on the ticket. But I’d rather spend it on an attorney than plead guilty to a bogus ticket. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
Yeah, that’s mine too.
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