Index
Twenty Years and a Car Seat on the Table
Detour From Sublimity
Leap of Faith
Handshake on the Tug
A Foot in Heaven; A Foot in Hell
Take Me Out To the Ballgame
Mama Tried and Cried
Be Not Afraid
Kentucky Boy
Excavating the Truth
Thanksgiving Without Thanks
I wish I Could Remember
Everything Changes for a Reason
Never Work on Saturday Morning
Give It To Mikey
Call from the Mountains
Bo and the Congressman
Life Changed by Circumstance
In the Shadow of a Newborn's Joy
From the Tree to the River
Fourteen Wounds
Rutabaga or Studebaker
The Easter Mouse
Day on Death Row
So It Begins
Twenty Years and a Car Seat on the Table
What am I doing here? I'm looking up at a judge, beet red in his face. He is so enraged, I can’t understand his words. I know why he is mad. My client did not show up for his trial this morning.
I'm in Prestonsburg, Kentucky, for my first trial as the new director of the Public Defender’s office. They hired me a couple of months ago and sent me to the Criminal Defense College in Macon, Georgia, for intensive training.
They didn’t cover this situation…a raging judge, an absent client.




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