When I hear mention of the “rule against perpetuities,” I think -- Law School Property class. Today, though, it came up in court.
I’m in New York, sitting in on a complicated case that has all the requisite elements of a trial drama, even as the issues are tediously convoluted and not at all dramatic.
Sometimes, I merely watch the faces of the participants – multiple lawyers on both sides, the judge, her clerk – they all want an outcome and of course, none of the desired outcomes overlap, or there wouldn’t be a trial.
In a case of this nature, it is said that, like in divorce, there is no good resolution. Except that I think that a good solution would be for there to not be a case of this nature at all.
Okay, that’s all I’ll say about the trial for now.
On the upside, I am learning a lot about courtroom dynamics.
And I am in a city that is an eyeful, from whatever position you look at it.
The flight attendant asked me if I knew the city well (it was her first trip here and unfortunately she would have only an hour, all of it at La Guardia). I hesitated. I have lived in New York for a total of maybe ten years, but I want to say now that I am not anymore part of its fabric. It’s no longer my city. Cool to look at, every now and then, but not mine. You could say in some significant way I've turned my back on it. And that's okay.