the latest posts tagged ‘court reporter’
a man of letters
Our family is chock-full of wordy people. We soak language up and spit it out in big lots, out loud and on paper. We communicate, chirping like a flock of finches in an elm, scratching or tapping letters into sentences and stories, leaving our verbal footprints around as if we’d landed in black paint…
dear craig – funerals and tuna sandwiches
My younger brother Craig has cancer, the same kind that killed our dad, and it’s likely it will kill him too unless some random thing (drunk driver, bacteria-infested cantaloupe, falling meteor) gets him first. He is dealing with this handful of crap by delighting in buttering all possible things and pouring cream in his…
Just Like Bogie and Bacall
I don’t know why I decided to write this today, dammit, because I will cry if I do and my brownish-black Great Lash (not waterproof because that’s nasty stuff) mascara will dissolve until I look like Maggie Gyllenhaal in “Crazy Heart” when Jeff Bridges wipes a pool of sooty tears off her cheekbone with his…
I Do Solemnly Swear
The judge told the bailiff to bring in the jury. The door from the public hallway opened, and twelve jurors and three alternates walked single file toward their seats in the elevated box, past the packed rows of spectators and through the swinging gate in the mahogany bar, between the table on the right for…
Roberto, Mi Amor
I swore I wouldn’t watch it again two episodes into last season’s “The Bachelor” disaster. The producers chose a guy who isn’t handsome and who kisses without moving his skinny lips to star in a show that’s all about making out? Puh-leez. And look what happened. The woman he ended up choosing spills to some…
One Dead Gay Guy
I was a teenager when Dave Marston[i] killed himself in 1965. He had been married his entire adult life; he and his wife had two teenagers. He was a court reporter, had a coveted job in state court, made good money, was well-liked and respected by his judge and his colleagues. But there were rumors…