Ode To Josh
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!"
5 Responses to “Ode To Josh”
This series of blogs is gonna be tough. I forgot how expensive lawyers were.
Did he not ask for the truth because he didn’t know what the truth was or he didn’t want the truth or was it something else?
Did you want to become a lawyer right then and there?
Perhaps he couldn’t handle the truth?
I want you to tell the story about the time Josh interviewed a client at her place of employment. Dare I say more?
“Matlock” was actually a long time favorite of the judges and local community as he happily represented the UofO players pro bono, or was it “pro booster”? Anyway, I went up against him several times and he always played the same game. He was just a “good ol’ boy”…never meanin no harm….beats all you ever saw…been practicin’ the law, since way before I was born…. Anyway, he acted sort of half confused and simple as if channeling Columbo and Jimmy Stewart at the same time, but it was all an act. Finally, one day, when I got to go first with the jury, I purposefully played on my youth and did a dead on (if I say so myself) impression of his “I’m no sophisticated legal eagle, but any reasonable person can see that I win” act. I glanced over at him right in the middle and he was just shaking his head at me with a look on his face that assured me he knew exactly what I was doing. We took a break after my opening and he took my low ball offer. I think in some ways, he took the whole thing as a compliment. Of course, in other ways he just wanted to take me out back and beat me with his cane.
Also, no joke there is a sign outside the White House reminding visitors that they are not allowed to bring hand grenades in. Not kidding. There is a circle with a slash over a picture of a grenade. I had to leave all of mine at Randy’s house.
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