A Fairy Tale
There once was a great hobbit named Logan, who lived in the land of Wah-Shingten Deesee. Logan liked his life, for it was good.
One day, Logan went with some friends to watch the Supreme Court hear oral arguments on some cases. He was proud to enter the courtroom, but the people who decided what happened in the courtroom made him sit in a bad place, a hallway with an open door to the courtroom that he could hear the proceedings from that had really bad chairs that hurt Logan's back.
But Logan didn't cry, or compain, or leave. He sat there and listened, and listened, and listened as people he could not see debated things he could not understand very well, like how a case involving a girl wanting $75,000 for emotional distress for having cut herself while opening a can of Starkist Tuna could come anywhere near Wah-Shingten Deesee.
Logan didn't like the idea that such a case could reach this court, even on a technicality.
After the arguments, Logan and his friends went on a happy, happy tour of the building. When they went to the library, he almost got himself in trouble.
The library is off limits to most people, only justices, staff, and members of the Supreme Court are allowed to use it. All others must stand at a big window by the elevator to see in. But they did not say this until Logan had already walked into the main room, where he was not allowed to go. Luckily, they called him back before he got thrown out, or shot.
He laughed when he found out about the full-size basketball court that exists in the highest part of the builing, just above the library. Apperently, many joke about it being "the highest court in the land," and the tour guides, upon being asked if the judges play, always answer "No, the judges always sit on the bench."
The group stayed longer than Logan had been told to expect, so he had to run when it was all over to get to something he was doing a news story on, but was still 15 minutes late and still wasn't feeling well. He still did the story, for the most part.
Then he went home and sat at his computer, and started blogging.
Later that night, Logan spontaneously combusted, and all the little neighborhood children came with sticks and marshmallows and made s'mores.
And there was much rejoicing.
One day, Logan went with some friends to watch the Supreme Court hear oral arguments on some cases. He was proud to enter the courtroom, but the people who decided what happened in the courtroom made him sit in a bad place, a hallway with an open door to the courtroom that he could hear the proceedings from that had really bad chairs that hurt Logan's back.
But Logan didn't cry, or compain, or leave. He sat there and listened, and listened, and listened as people he could not see debated things he could not understand very well, like how a case involving a girl wanting $75,000 for emotional distress for having cut herself while opening a can of Starkist Tuna could come anywhere near Wah-Shingten Deesee.
Logan didn't like the idea that such a case could reach this court, even on a technicality.
After the arguments, Logan and his friends went on a happy, happy tour of the building. When they went to the library, he almost got himself in trouble.
The library is off limits to most people, only justices, staff, and members of the Supreme Court are allowed to use it. All others must stand at a big window by the elevator to see in. But they did not say this until Logan had already walked into the main room, where he was not allowed to go. Luckily, they called him back before he got thrown out, or shot.
He laughed when he found out about the full-size basketball court that exists in the highest part of the builing, just above the library. Apperently, many joke about it being "the highest court in the land," and the tour guides, upon being asked if the judges play, always answer "No, the judges always sit on the bench."
The group stayed longer than Logan had been told to expect, so he had to run when it was all over to get to something he was doing a news story on, but was still 15 minutes late and still wasn't feeling well. He still did the story, for the most part.
Then he went home and sat at his computer, and started blogging.
Later that night, Logan spontaneously combusted, and all the little neighborhood children came with sticks and marshmallows and made s'mores.
And there was much rejoicing.
posted by Logan C. Adams at 3/01/2005 09:51:00 PM
1 Comments:
Alright, I was totally with you until the spontaneous combustion thing... yeah, then you lost me. Sorry I didn't call you tonight. I kind of had a rough night. I'll be sure to call you before the end of the week! ~Katie
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