It's all good so far

Headed to court today under a subpoena. It seems that an iteration of a trial between a former landowner and the State has finally pulled me in as a witness. When I was a consultant, I worked on the site until the client moved the project to another consultant. I have since been hired by the client and am back to managing the project again. I had previously been offered a consulting job with the State ~ five years ago to provide them with information for the trial, but had just taken the job with the client so I conflicted out.

I had been monitoring the legal wrangling through a friend with the State. Now I am in it.

I parked at the Cathedral garage and arrived at the courthouse early and cleared security. There is hope for the TSA. Then I took the elevator up to the suite listed on the subpoena only to find that it shows a probate court instead of the named civil court. With my subpoena crumpled and clutched in hand, I took the elevator down a couple of floors to the correct District Courtroom only to find the doors locked. I checked in with the District Clerk to find that I was in the right space but they are not sure where the case falls on the docket. Evidently there was a lot of discovery and rulings on motions done yesterday along with other assorted lawyer voodoo
and bunch of stuff was secured in one of the Judge’s offices.

They got the courtroom unlocked (missing bailiff that knows how to work the lock) and I went in. I did not recognize anyone from the deposition and and did not see the case on the docket for the morning.

Holding my subpoena in hand, I waited for the lawyers to finish checking in with the scheduling clerk who has let us know that the Judge is running late because of traffic. I get to overhear that yesterday afternoon was busy with the condemnation hearing, and when I got my chance, I showed her my subpoena and she let’s me know that I am in the right place but they won’t start until 11: 00.

I took a ride down to the basement where the Courts have a cafeteria. I figured that a late breakfast would be needed because if we start at 11:00, lunch would likely be a pipe dream. I was able to get a halfway decent breakfast taco and a cup of Starbucks coffee for a reasonable price.

Back up to the court room.  Hurry up and wait some more.  One of the attorneys for the State informs me that I can go on a 2 hour call and I am released until called, perhaps Monday.  This road runs on forever and the party never ends.

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