My friend Shirley used to work in a snack stand on the ground floor of the local courthouse. “So many sad stories,” she would say, of her conversations with people who stopped to buy a cup of coffee, or a cookie for a child. Listening to Shirley over the years made me curious about family court, where private lives intersect with public process.
So on a recent morning I went to the courthouse. The lobby was crowded: people in business suits, people in shorts, people of all races and ages, hunched over papers with their lawyers, or standing silently alone, or rocking screaming babies. I took a seat on a bench in one of the courtrooms.
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I believe the J. Geils Band is playing up at the Hampton Beach Casino this weekend. No better way to forget about her (or him) than to hear the howls of Peter Wolf and "Love Stinks -Yeah, Yeah, Love Stinks"