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Alice’s Restaurant: Redux—The Absolute Conclusion
“Hey Slickster, why are you sweating?” My buddy Curt was waiting outside in the courthouse parking lot for me. “The courtroom’s air-conditioning system is broken. It’s hotter than hell in there. See all the windows are open?” “Yeah, I noticed … Continue reading
Alice’s Restaurant: Redux—Judge Roy Bean
(A parody pic, not the real name or location of the illustrious judge in this story) The musty, typically laid-out, dark-paneled courtroom had hard, wooden benches for seating, giving a church-like, reverential ambiance as if sitting and waiting for an … Continue reading
Alice’s Restaurant: Redux—Meeting with Mr. Shyster
Leaving my black bowler in the car from not willing to assume the contemptuous role of a lawless derelict, I entered wearily into the hallowed halls of Cranston City’s downtown municipal-court building (not the exact name of the small metropolis). … Continue reading
