Weekend in Court

Day five in the trial of accused trooper-killer John Wood. The jury checked into its hotel today and I’m about to check into mine…it’s called the Greenville County Courthouse. There is no weekend for the weary.

My creative mind is so wrapped in courtroom protocol that I don’t have much to report today.

Let’s leave it at this…

After my post yesterday about sex, drugs, and rock and roll…I got a nice e-mail from a reader. I won’t embarass her by identifying her here, but she had a good point that is worth mentioning. I won’t even try to re-phrase it. Here’s a portion of what she wrote:

I don’t know that people in the 60s were actually

happier… but they seemed to believe that it was possible to be happier

than they were then. I guess what I always saw in the music of the time was

this: enjoy something from today, because there may be no tomorrow; and even

though today sucks, tomorrow just might be better. I guess it was a general

optimism that is lacking in our current culture… seems that now, the

message is everything sucks and is always going to suck, so why bother?

There’s definitely something to be said for being happy just for the sake of

being happy.

With that in mind, folks…go into this weekend stroking the possibility that there are happy times ahead.

There are, you know.