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Several years ago, I was cited by the city for not having raingutters on my house (I had pulled them off and was painting the fascia in preparation for having new gutters installed. The project took longer than expected and the city "exercised its authority"). Anyway, I went to the hearing with the city DA to plead my case (it turned bitterly cold and I couldn't finish painting in a timely fashion). Anyway, I'm standing in line outside the DA's "hearing room" (a conference in the city building) with a few well-dressed guys standing in front of me. It turned out that these guys are lawyers representing their clients who sounded like kids with traffic violations. I hear one after another go "into the office" (the door remained open) and say something like:
"Hi ya, Joe. I'm representing Jack, Mr Smith's kid, and...well, he got a little drunk and took his dad's car and ran it off the road through the front of a business...and, well, you know, just a little wild...you know. He's real sorry!" And the DA would mull over the details and together they would work out a deal that kind of sounded like justice, but I wondered what would happen if the kid was sitting in jail, and had only the public defender to represent him.
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