The photograph with this post is what I saw as I was walking in toward the courthouse. The heavens weep. Is it an omen of what is to come?
Usually I would have heard the sirens of the four police vehicles that transport Whitey to the courthouse by that time which announces their arrival, like in the old days when they had people with long bugle-like horns announced the arrival of the royalty to the castle or to the jousting grounds. . but they never came probably because of the rain which has a magical ability to cause massive traffic jams. I checked the traffic conditions coming up from Plymouth, Whitey’s present home. From the so-called Braintree split into Boston the map shows a solid red.
But persistence and stamina and lots of police noises would carry them onward to success in bringing their prison to the courthouse on this day of decision.
Court is now in session. I’m sitting in the overflow media room. I can hear people talking over the television but there is no picture so I’m unable to tell how Whitey is dressed.
Video is back on. Whitey dressed in black with long sleeve shirt. Odds are now that he will not testify.