Raphael enjoyed this point of view from behind the witness stand. His height gave him a perfect view of everything in the courtroom, from the nail biting stenographer to the bailiff checking his phone. If he were cognizant of the events to follow, he would probably not exude such confidence.
It was a minor traffic offense, not coming to a full stop at a designated stop area, but compound that with expired driver’s license and no insurance, and you end up here in traffic court.
A Salem witch trial 1962.
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