An out of town felony probationer, who was charged with misdemeanor shoplifting, who had just a few weeks left before completing said probation, called me nearly in tears asking me whether or not I thought the probation might expire before “they” found out about the potential new arrest.
This morning, my all time unique-IP address count of visitors reads 513,432, so I missed the mark by a week or two. Serves me right for not paying enough attention to my blog as of late.
Regarding what we talked about in court the other day, my last post didn’t quite fit the bill. So I had to write another. This should do the trick.
P.S. Thanks for reminding me.
I’m about to go argue a writ of habeas corpus in Austin Muni Court, for a Class C No Insurance conviction from about a year and a half ago. Client attempted to pay some outstanding speeding tickets and the monies were wrongly applied to an FMFR that was pending.
When she returned a few days …
Late on a Thursday several years ago I was waiting for an after hours appointment that was a few minutes late. And it had been a long week already.
The potential new client(PNC) arrives and we sit down to chat about his case. He’s about to be indicted in Travis County for felony DWI, and he’s going around interviewing lawyers to see who he wants to hire. Fair enough, that’s what free consultations are for.
Certainly the most gullible among us must wonder at times why the get rich quick gurus advertising on late night TV don’t make millions for themselves by using their own repossessed real estate advice, instead of selling all of us shmucks the secrets to eternal wealth for just three-easy-payments of $99.
Sometimes I want to write a post about “what happened in court today” but there are a few considerations that usually prevent me from doing it.
1) Dockets are a public record. For all intents and purposes, this means if I admit I’m talking about something that happened literally today, then I’m potentially letting the cat out of the bag. The exact “who” is protected by attorney client privilege; the precise “where” – which county, which court – is rarely necessary for the point of the story; it’s the “what” happened part that (may) be worth blogging.
[Two quick excuses: Sorry for being corny, but the twins are about to turn three, and my humor literally tends to run on the juvenile side these days – yes, more juvenile than before I had children. Also, I don’t expect to be alive a hundred years from now, so if I’m ever …
No texting in court. Reminds me of back when I started practicing(1997), cell phones were just becoming common in every day life. More and more lawyers were changing out their pagers for cell phones.
In those dark ages, however, every phone’s ring sounded virtually identical. You didn’t have several options, just the default; and you sure couldn’t download the latest Britney Spears tune as your ringtone.