Friday, 2 August 2002, 8:20 AM.
Arrived last night at 10:15.
I was supposed to come in earlier, but the flight from Chicago to Lincoln was overbooked, and I opted to get bumped, in return for a free round-trip ticket.
The next flight was supposed to leave at 7:30 and get in at 9:30, but it didn't. I didn't mind much, just sat there, next to an outlet, and computed.
My food intake for the day was:
Breakfast: One half-cup coffee, one banana
Lunch: One Big Mac meal
Dinner: one cheeseburger Happy Meal with non-edible Winnie the Pooh doll.
This morning I woke up and turned on the water for coffee, only to find that my instant coffee is gone. Mark V must have thrown it out. That bastard. If I could think or open my eyes, I might be annoyed.
I divagated down to the Quick-Stop (near where the hookers hang out) and got a black 16-oz and a very fresh cinammon roll, all for $1.79.
By the time I got back, Mark had come in and was on the phone with Rebecca Hasty. She has planned my social schedule for the day.
For lunch we are going out with an environmental activist. (Forgot his name for the moment.)
Later we are going to the Zoo Bar to look for Diane Burton. Can't wait to see Diane again.
Lunch was interesting but not relevant. Activist turned out to be very knowledgeable and to have a hairdo I haven't seen since Greg Allman.
After lunch, Mark dropped me off at the federal courthouse building, on his way to DMV to pay about $500 in parking fines.
I entered the federal building and asked the security guard for directions to the clerk's office. The security guard told me I could not enter the building with either my camera or my mini-disk recorder, and asked if I couldn't leave them "in the car."
Since there wasn't much chance of this, I asked the guard about the trial schedule. He said oral arguments ended Wednesday, and the judge's decision was supposed to be "as soon as possible" or September, whichever came first.
Wandered into the Zoo Bar at 4:30. No Mark V, no Rebecca. Sat at the bar watching the news for about an hour by myself, and then noticed that Diane had come in. She told me she had attended as much of the trial as her work schedule allowed, and was disturbed that the plaintiff (CICC) attorneys got more and more relaxed and cheerful in the last week of the trial, and the defendant (State of Nebraska) attorneys seemed to get more and more crabby. She deduces from this that the judge is leaning toward the plaintiffs.
Other people have told me the opposite thing.
She also confirmed an interesting rumor I had gotten from Rebecca about the plaintiff's primary witness, and a potential motive for her to suddenly testify against a cause she had been so strongly in favor of for so long.
Pointed out the current AP correspondent in Lincoln, who seemed to be acting as greeter. She said the former correspondent now edited the ... StatePaper(?).
Arrived last night at 10:15.
I was supposed to come in earlier, but the flight from Chicago to Lincoln was overbooked, and I opted to get bumped, in return for a free round-trip ticket.
The next flight was supposed to leave at 7:30 and get in at 9:30, but it didn't. I didn't mind much, just sat there, next to an outlet, and computed.
My food intake for the day was:
Breakfast: One half-cup coffee, one banana
Lunch: One Big Mac meal
Dinner: one cheeseburger Happy Meal with non-edible Winnie the Pooh doll.
This morning I woke up and turned on the water for coffee, only to find that my instant coffee is gone. Mark V must have thrown it out. That bastard. If I could think or open my eyes, I might be annoyed.
I divagated down to the Quick-Stop (near where the hookers hang out) and got a black 16-oz and a very fresh cinammon roll, all for $1.79.
By the time I got back, Mark had come in and was on the phone with Rebecca Hasty. She has planned my social schedule for the day.
For lunch we are going out with an environmental activist. (Forgot his name for the moment.)
Later we are going to the Zoo Bar to look for Diane Burton. Can't wait to see Diane again.
Lunch was interesting but not relevant. Activist turned out to be very knowledgeable and to have a hairdo I haven't seen since Greg Allman.
After lunch, Mark dropped me off at the federal courthouse building, on his way to DMV to pay about $500 in parking fines.
I entered the federal building and asked the security guard for directions to the clerk's office. The security guard told me I could not enter the building with either my camera or my mini-disk recorder, and asked if I couldn't leave them "in the car."
Since there wasn't much chance of this, I asked the guard about the trial schedule. He said oral arguments ended Wednesday, and the judge's decision was supposed to be "as soon as possible" or September, whichever came first.
Wandered into the Zoo Bar at 4:30. No Mark V, no Rebecca. Sat at the bar watching the news for about an hour by myself, and then noticed that Diane had come in. She told me she had attended as much of the trial as her work schedule allowed, and was disturbed that the plaintiff (CICC) attorneys got more and more relaxed and cheerful in the last week of the trial, and the defendant (State of Nebraska) attorneys seemed to get more and more crabby. She deduces from this that the judge is leaning toward the plaintiffs.
Other people have told me the opposite thing.
She also confirmed an interesting rumor I had gotten from Rebecca about the plaintiff's primary witness, and a potential motive for her to suddenly testify against a cause she had been so strongly in favor of for so long.
Pointed out the current AP correspondent in Lincoln, who seemed to be acting as greeter. She said the former correspondent now edited the ... StatePaper(?).
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