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Saw this missing poster for Hannah Upp on my way to the Bronx for the hearing for dog fighters. It’s written in NPYD-speak (“in the confines of” and “residence” instead of home or apartment). Not a complaint, just noting. The fact that they are plastering the city all the way from the 30 to the 6th precinct means Perez and whoever he or she is working with is putting a lot of effort into Hannah’s case. Anyway, sad.
Once again I was struck at how big the courthouses are in the Bronx and how well run (sorry Manhattan). More screening machines, every one of them manned, and by people who were reasonable cheerful and polite. A computerized board of Judges and room numbers! I like our buildings better, though, even if they are beaten down and have this layer of decades old dilapidated civil-service decor which makes them somewhat depressed.
I’m tired. And for no good reason really. What can I do today that takes absolutely no energy? I should have tried to become a movie-reviewer. Then work today could have been watching movies.
Oh God. Buddy is currently on a paper-destroying mission. He just loves to kill paper this one. Wherever there is a pile of paper, Buddy is on the case, making sure it does not endure.
