Forget the architecture, this is the place where shit gets real. My latest visit was for a friend's hearing. There is a list of names, rooms and times for the day. Going in the room almost has similarities to a concert. First trying to find a goddamn parking space. The audience is waiting around. The clerk is the warm up. Actually she had an odd resemblance to singer, Kasey Lansdale. She liked that. The officers of the court, attorneys are the roadies. Then the band, court reporter, defendant etc. The bailiff is the announcer. Then the star performer, the judge makes it all happen. And the decision is the encore. My first experience was on jury duty, when the OJ Simpson verdict was handed down and there was cheering in the room. I was on a crack cocaine possession case. I really enjoyed it, I also hated my job at the time and was hoping for a murder. We found him not guilty and I think he was more surprised than anyone. Then there's the in between traffic tickets, which ended up being a royal pain in the ass due to lack of staff and it was easier to pay the damned ticket. read more