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.