Thursday, May 11, 2006
No Further Questions, Your Honor.
I'm not sure what was a bigger factor in making yesterday a red-letter day for me: the fact that I shook the hand of a man who shook Elvis's hand, or the fact that I made my first court appearance.
Okay, it was probably the latter, seeing as how I already met someone who had met Elvis back in college (I'm a little murky on the circumstances, but it was at the LDS Motion Picture Studio).
My first court appearance, of course, was to cross-examine and gently rip apart the testimony of this other man, an 80-year-old guitarist who had not only met Elvis but worked with him extensively, performing on many of his recordings. He also is buds with Willie Nelson, Patsy Cline, Hank Williams Sr., and all sorts of other folks like that. Who says copyright law isn't fun?
I had been preparing for this moment for quite some time, and hadn't felt too nervous about it, but when the judge asked for cross-examination and I stood and said, "Yes, Your Honor," the ol' stomach did seem to stay in my seat for a moment. I think I did a pretty good job. As I was trying to fall asleep last night, I was struck with many great ideas of how I could have handled it better. But I suppose that'll always be the case.
There's always a first time for everything. But I guess in the case of meeting Elvis's friends, if you're lucky, there's a second time.
Okay, it was probably the latter, seeing as how I already met someone who had met Elvis back in college (I'm a little murky on the circumstances, but it was at the LDS Motion Picture Studio).
My first court appearance, of course, was to cross-examine and gently rip apart the testimony of this other man, an 80-year-old guitarist who had not only met Elvis but worked with him extensively, performing on many of his recordings. He also is buds with Willie Nelson, Patsy Cline, Hank Williams Sr., and all sorts of other folks like that. Who says copyright law isn't fun?
I had been preparing for this moment for quite some time, and hadn't felt too nervous about it, but when the judge asked for cross-examination and I stood and said, "Yes, Your Honor," the ol' stomach did seem to stay in my seat for a moment. I think I did a pretty good job. As I was trying to fall asleep last night, I was struck with many great ideas of how I could have handled it better. But I suppose that'll always be the case.
There's always a first time for everything. But I guess in the case of meeting Elvis's friends, if you're lucky, there's a second time.
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