Adventures in the North
Brief Introduction:
This is will, in some garbled and inconstant way, be the log of my adventures in the North Country. I have accepted a position in a County Prosecution Office and have moved up here for the summer. For those of you uninitiated, I am a law student and this job is definitely the second-best thing that’s happened to me since I walked through those accursed gates. Yeah, I know the sign said “School of Law” but looking back on it now, I would have been far more prepared had they accurately stated…
“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate”
Oh well. On to the good stuff. I’ve already fallen behind but will try to get back up to speed. Its been very busy here and my internet access is sporadic. This bottom message seems like gibberish but its all I have at the moment. So bear with me as I catch up with my notes.
Basically, I moved three hours from the metro area to a beleaguered county attorney's office to work for the summer. The country is beautiful and lakes surround me on all sides. There is no doubting why this has become a playground for the rich in the summer. However, the specter of poverty hangs overhead. We have several distinct groups up here as the police inform me... the rich Citians, the Native Americans, the townies and the Jack Piners. (I had no idea what that meant either, but I'm going to make you sweat before I tell you.)
I'm living in a small hunting cabin which was a treasure to find. My landlord is a great guy and I'm slowly getting into the lances of sunlight that penetrate my curtains each morning. Yeah, they tell the stars are brighter but no one warned me of the morning sun.
Either way, I need to get out of here. So I'll leave you with some notes from two weeks ago.
May 23, 2006 Tuesday
Recap of the First Day:
Best.First.Day.Of.Work.Ever.
Today:
Well, my concerns about waking up were groundless. True to nature, I am up decently with the sun. Okay, I admit it… it took two alarms to wake me up. But that was because of a wicked strange dream where Dustin came to my cabin and pointed out that my pipes had burst in the middle of the night. So I woke up around 5am, really needing to go to the bathroom. So that might have accounted for me being late to get up.
Once again, I am struck by the wonderful mornings here and think waking up here all summer is really going to be something. The sun is just excellent.
So I’m sitting in the CAO’s main office lounge because I don’t have a desk or anything. Not that I’ll need one for quite some time so no worries. The office actually opens around 7:30ish, so I need to start scheduling for that. Although the Boss was the first one here this morning.
Thinking back on last night, I can’t help but be amazed at the disparities in wealth. The stark differences between the casino and the projects is something that needs to be looked into even further.
That and the fact that the “Native Mob” is just about the lamest, most unoriginal name that I can imagine for a Native American gang. I mean, did they come up with it in less than 20 minutes? You’d think that gangs would at least put the minimal effort into naming their fearsome band of armed thugs and criminal masterminds. Sheesh, the worst band in America likely goes through several names before finding one that resonates with their suckiness.
This is will, in some garbled and inconstant way, be the log of my adventures in the North Country. I have accepted a position in a County Prosecution Office and have moved up here for the summer. For those of you uninitiated, I am a law student and this job is definitely the second-best thing that’s happened to me since I walked through those accursed gates. Yeah, I know the sign said “School of Law” but looking back on it now, I would have been far more prepared had they accurately stated…
“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate”
Oh well. On to the good stuff. I’ve already fallen behind but will try to get back up to speed. Its been very busy here and my internet access is sporadic. This bottom message seems like gibberish but its all I have at the moment. So bear with me as I catch up with my notes.
Basically, I moved three hours from the metro area to a beleaguered county attorney's office to work for the summer. The country is beautiful and lakes surround me on all sides. There is no doubting why this has become a playground for the rich in the summer. However, the specter of poverty hangs overhead. We have several distinct groups up here as the police inform me... the rich Citians, the Native Americans, the townies and the Jack Piners. (I had no idea what that meant either, but I'm going to make you sweat before I tell you.)
I'm living in a small hunting cabin which was a treasure to find. My landlord is a great guy and I'm slowly getting into the lances of sunlight that penetrate my curtains each morning. Yeah, they tell the stars are brighter but no one warned me of the morning sun.
Either way, I need to get out of here. So I'll leave you with some notes from two weeks ago.
May 23, 2006 Tuesday
Recap of the First Day:
Best.First.Day.Of.Work.Ever.
Today:
Well, my concerns about waking up were groundless. True to nature, I am up decently with the sun. Okay, I admit it… it took two alarms to wake me up. But that was because of a wicked strange dream where Dustin came to my cabin and pointed out that my pipes had burst in the middle of the night. So I woke up around 5am, really needing to go to the bathroom. So that might have accounted for me being late to get up.
Once again, I am struck by the wonderful mornings here and think waking up here all summer is really going to be something. The sun is just excellent.
So I’m sitting in the CAO’s main office lounge because I don’t have a desk or anything. Not that I’ll need one for quite some time so no worries. The office actually opens around 7:30ish, so I need to start scheduling for that. Although the Boss was the first one here this morning.
Thinking back on last night, I can’t help but be amazed at the disparities in wealth. The stark differences between the casino and the projects is something that needs to be looked into even further.
That and the fact that the “Native Mob” is just about the lamest, most unoriginal name that I can imagine for a Native American gang. I mean, did they come up with it in less than 20 minutes? You’d think that gangs would at least put the minimal effort into naming their fearsome band of armed thugs and criminal masterminds. Sheesh, the worst band in America likely goes through several names before finding one that resonates with their suckiness.
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