Mental Health Court.

Aren't these nice?



This just in from the Sneed News Network. Paris Hilton may be crazy.

In other news, Son Sneed and I went to his hearing at mental health court yesterday. Our fair city has a special court to adjudicate the legal cases of the mentally ill. The dynamics of mental illness court are not your usual court stuff.

For one thing, the judge didn't seem too concerned about order in the court. There were about 20 lawyers, several clerks and about 20 defendants present and most of them were talking, all at the same time.

The judge marched into court via the regular courtroom door carrying a large brown box. he I didn't realize that he was the judge until climbed up on the bench, ripped open the box, and removed and held up a judge's robe for everyone to see. He put on the robe and we were off. It was as if he had been sent over from central casting.

The defendants were all talking to one another or their lawyers. The two women sitting in front of us were trying out one another's makeup. A woman named Mary, who seemed to be homeless kept yelling out at various court officials in an effort to show them a crumpled slip of paper containing her most recent address. Mary never stopped moving or talking. She claimed to be 50 but could easily pass for 80. At one point Mary stood up and shouted hello at the judge, calling him by his last name only. "Hi Smith!" He responded with a weary, "Hello, Mary".

Son Sneed and I sat in the last row, along with one other person, a woman engrossed in a paperback novel. At one point a scary looking guy with a million tattoos came in and walked directly to where we were sitting and told us to make some room so others could sit down. Then he sat in the row in front of us. He never removed his sunglasses and never spoke another word that I heard.

Son Sneed was called and upon the request of his public defender, he was given a new court date for July 3rd. He has a conference with his lawyer next week, so the saga continues.

The Seafood King, Some Guy Named Bob and I played golf at seven this morning. Seafood, Jr. was ill. We had unusually cool weather this morning so it was pleasant. My golf was much improved, which makes it so much more fun. Some Guy Named Bob has us signed up for a fund-raising tournament tomorrow, so I will be taking another half day of my vacation to play in that.

If the geniuses at Tedious Systems could think outside of their corporate box I could get behind this working half days. Unfortunately, they can't. I actually sent an email to the president of Tedious telling him that I was retiring and thought he should consider a program to retain guys like me through flexible work arrangements. His reply simply said, "Have a GREAT retirement." I guess he isn't too broken up about my departure.







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