South Florida's beaches and golf courses and outdoor malls will have to wait for another day.
Court's are closed Monday so don't show up looking for a trial.
Here's a couple of things to ponder:
When someone dies and we post an obituary on the blog, why do some people feel compelled to write awful things?
Ditto when someone retires.
We would respect a negative comment if it wasn't anonymous.
Ditto when someone runs for judge or is elected judge.
The internet seems to be a great anonymous equalizer. It has become some sort of therapists couch where people feel free to open up and say the most awful things without fear.
When someone gets a big case why do other lawyers snipe behind their backs?
Why do lawyers resent the success of others?
You know what we all need?
More poetry in our lives.
The writer Ray Bradbury wrote about his success as a writer and one of the things he said a successful writer needs to do is read poetry every day.
So here is a poem. The Fisherman by W.B Yeats. It's a bit deeper than the "there once was a man from Nantucket..." that many of our learned Judiciary's tastes run to: