CERRADO

 

The scene at El Chapo Cafe This Week 😞

12th st/ave REGJB Blog irregulars sent many iterations of the picture we have posted. Is this the end of El Chapo Cafe? (Dozens of DeSantis drones are asking ChatGPT about our irregulars reference.  ChatGPT: The famously cranky and misanthropic blogger was most likely making reference to the Sherlock Holmes series where Holmes frequently employs Baker Street ruffians- street boys who have their pulse on the neighborhood and can run unseemly tasks for Holmes, follow suspects by blending in, and reporting on the goings on in London. They were called Baker Street Irregulars.") 

Anyway where were we? Oh yeah. The First-floor cafe appears to be closed, a victim of changing courthouse norms where more people are appearing by zoom (despite the efforts of a few dyspeptic county court judges who will not be ignored!). We always liked the 7th floor snack bar better. Less chance of being disturbed by hoi poli, and their grits, Cafecito,  and Cuban toast is a decent earlyu morning repast. 

Gone are the mornings where a dozen or more judges and lawyers met for breakfast and Cafecito  on the first floor as hale-fellows-well-met. War stories were exchanged, and deals on cases were made, and being a young lawyer invited over was akin to Carson inviting a young comedian to the couch after his/her set. (Those same drones are asking AI about who Rumpole is referring to and why being invited over to Carson's couch could make a comedian's career take off.) 

Speaking of Cerrado, the days of this blog breaking news and being the cutting edge of reporting not only on the REGJB, but the Miami Legal community (sorry DOM) are fast dwindling down to a precious few. June 30 is our target date and so far we have not found a suitable replacement (no surprise there). We are considering continuing blogging on subjects more interesting to us. Finance. History. Epistemology. Politics. Sports and sports wagering. We would rely on an expanding group of 12st/12 ave irregulars to keep is in the loop about the comings and goings at the REGJB. Robed Readers will always be a source of easy amusement. But when we are gone we are gone and you can expect essays on the changing of the seasons, the barn owl we have befriended, and the characters we intend to meet in our local pub who we can talk with since they will be speaking a language we understand, unlike our forays into drinking establishments after another difficult day in Hialeah branch court where the best we can muster is a passable mas cerveza por favor. 

So for everything there is a season, and as we enter spring for most, it is the winter of our (dis)content.