While you are reading and commenting this morning, I will be in court, representing the last criminal case I will ever take in an adjacent county. The District Attorney there has not gotten the hang of managing all her assistant attorneys and other support staff. It is a nightmare. What takes an hour in other counties take 4 hours there. My client admits to driving while intoxicated, just wants a reasonable fine and probation. He is in his 60s and has never been arrested before.(And never will be again.)

Meanwhile, the new client I took in today has witnesses he drank 1 beer, 4 hours later, wrecked his truck when he fell asleep behind the steering heel. Well, I asked him about his working conditions, discovered he works in 130 deg. heat during this heat dome over Texas. Hell, the man passed out from heat stress, not a beer! Anyway, he has at least 3 co-workers and his employer who will testify he had one beer to wash down his lunch tacos.

Strangely, no tests, not road side breath test, no jail breath test, no blood draw, not even the walk in a straight line test.

This topic was prompted by the persistent reflection among the pundits that what we will be getting next year is another Joe Biden vs. Donald Trump matchup for the November election.

A Music Rabbit Hole

When I started writing this open thread post I decided it would be about a rabbit hole into old music from my youth. But I forgot how, for me at least, much of the music I listened to when I was young was about or related to politics and social questions. Much of it... But not always all of it! Maybe that was true for all of us?

The rabbit hole started when I read about the death of Toto Cutugno. I don't remember where I learned of his passing, perhaps it was here? I had to go find the song... the song he was famous for, because parts of it suddenly sprung into my mind after 40 years or so. How? I dunno, but apparently I remember stuff from when I was young even if I only heard it when I was traveling in Europe so long ago (it was released in 1983).

Here's the song by Toto Cutugno: 'L'Italiano'. Sing or hum along if you suddenly remember it, dance around the house, the kitchen, where-ever.

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Had a freeby weekend.
First, my son had some tickets for a dinner cruise up the Willamette River on the Portland Spirit that he suddenly couldn't attend.
So he gave us the tickets and we had a wonderful time with a great steelhead dinner and a lightning show on our return to Port on the upper deck.