Blog-o on Blago
Spent yesterday at the Blagoevich trial at the Dirksen Federal Building, which I had never been in before. There's a whole subculture of retired people who spend their time going to trials-- today I joined them with my friend Mimi for a taste of Blago.
Mimi suggested we get there at 7 in order to get tickets-- yes, they give out 30 tickets for the courtroom. We weren't the first people in line. Retired people wake up early. Fortunately, we glommed onto a retired Water Department guy, Jim, who knew just about every atom of Chicago arcana. He was a Blago trial veteran and a walking museum. Evidently, his first encounter with Blago was back in the day when Blago was a shoe-shine boy. Apparently, you don't forget hair like Blago's, even over a lifetime.
First of all, it was thrilling to walk into the courtroom behind Defendant Blago and his wife, the charming and pure-as-snow Patty. When you're a political junkie, this is like a free carnival. The judge, James Zagel, is straight out of central casting. He's a soft-
Mimi suggested we get there at 7 in order to get tickets-- yes, they give out 30 tickets for the courtroom. We weren't the first people in line. Retired people wake up early. Fortunately, we glommed onto a retired Water Department guy, Jim, who knew just about every atom of Chicago arcana. He was a Blago trial veteran and a walking museum. Evidently, his first encounter with Blago was back in the day when Blago was a shoe-shine boy. Apparently, you don't forget hair like Blago's, even over a lifetime.
First of all, it was thrilling to walk into the courtroom behind Defendant Blago and his wife, the charming and pure-as-snow Patty. When you're a political junkie, this is like a free carnival. The judge, James Zagel, is straight out of central casting. He's a soft-