Wednesday, October 10, 2007
True Crime Stories
I casually mentioned to the judge that he didn't have a poker
face, that I could usually tell how he was going to rule by his
facial expression. When I first told him about that he was
astonished. I was astonished that he was astonished,
sometimes he'd screw up his face like he was having a
hemorrhoid attack when a lawyer was making an argument.
Then we started getting into it: I'd say, "Judge, I can see by
the expression on your face...," or he'd catch himself and say
"Mr. Harris, what am I thinking now?" One time I was begging
for a trial postponement and he said, "Read my face." I looked
up and he was giving me the finger with both hands.