This morning I wanted to write a bit about D.Patrick and the political situation in MA, which is both appalling and inspiring. I also am limping along on that Fanning review.
What I will instead be doing is tracking down a complaining witness and attempting to get a statement. In my favor I have my catlike stealth, my keen navigational and interviewing skillz, compass, map, trusty investigative partner, and a blacked-out/redacted police report, which, when placed on a backlit window, completely fails to obscure the CW's name, address, phone number, and other significant details. Doh! I realize this is not as cocktail-party-impressive as deducing the witness's info from my client's descriptions. . .but I'll take it.
Yesterday I ran into a 2L who complimented an older post on politics, racism and the law which I'd written in the course of my rambling Airy Poetics posts (sidebar right). At least I'm pretty sure he was talking about that post. As an aside, why do I always meet people on campus when I'm ready to collapse from hunger and exhaustion? Anyway, in lieu of new writing, I thought I'd link to it as it provides a background to the upcoming (I hope) Patrick post.