I got to see him in action one fine Eugene afternoon.
He had a court case and in the name of ministerial visitation I paid him a visit.
I seem to recall having to translate for someone prior to the court appearance but my memory is . . . what were we talking about?
I do remember reading the signs at the entrance of the court room telling us we couldn’t bring in our guns, knives or other weapons.
Josh and I enjoyed many sarcastic conversations (a shared sense of humor) and we had quite a bit of fun with that sign.
Stuff like "oh, see we can’t bring this gun into court because this sign says no guns."
Or, "man we almost got away with bringing this knife into court but this sign says we can’t".
And so on . . .
I took my seat in the back and watched as the other attorney (no kidding, a Matlock wanna be) was patronizing and condescending in the way he pronounced the word "objection".
The stumpmeister took it in stride and exercised lawyerly flourish.
I must admit I was a bit dissapointed.
I kept waiting, in vain, for Josh to shout "I want the truth!"
