Well, our case was thrown out of court.

Turns out some new evidence turned up that did something legal or illegal or something in lawyerese.

So I got to meet some long time Washingtonians and listen to stories about the good old days. When milk came in glass bottles, when your parents, your friend’s parents, and your teachers could beat you, and when meat at mealtime was for special occasions. When the District had farmland all the way up to Florida Avenue, and there were electric streetcars you could ride for a nickel.

Interesting people, and I’m glad I got to meet them. Thankfully the case was thrown out before deliberations, so I never got the chance to hate any of them.