I got to practice in Magistrate Court for three and a half hours yesterday on a case which probably would have taken around an hour with another lawyer on the other side, but this guy is a young lawyer with a patina of arrogance which is possibly the product of youth and his upbringing. This young lawyer had his partner and his sister visiting from law school and another lawyer from town as a witness and several other witnesses and tons of documents to be tendered as evidence. Amongst this flurry of paper and people and bluster, it took three and a half hours. The courthouse was closed. The lights were out. Downtown was deserted, except for us.
I spent most of the three and a half hours attempting to wipe clean the smirk off the other attorney's face. I think I did alright in that regard. The Judge took the case under advisement and will rule later. There is definitely a lot to look over. However, I hope that it is clear that there was no showing of a case against my client. Of course, the beauty of Magistrate Court is you always have a second bite at the apple. We can always appeal if need be.
I am achieving some of the beauty of being an older lawyer. It is nice to have some knowledge readily at hand. It helps.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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