To/from the court house.
I was a witness today. It was an interesting experience. I described how I found the gun when I was out jogging and what I did. I had some exhibits to look at including photos of the gun as it was found and a well-lit close up.
I was asked if I'd touched the gun. I hadn't. I got to explain how I wasn't sure the gun was real until I'd memorized the writing on the gun, run home and googled it, and realized it was a real gun (not a replica or toy).
The prosecutor gave me an air photo and a sharpie and asked me to mark where the gun was and put my initials next to the spot. I did that. They displayed the exhibit on a big screen so the jury could see. I also said that I recalled the gun being at the fence on the left field side of the ball diamond.
The defense attorney didn't ask any questions.
Then I was done.
I stayed in the court room to hear the next witness, the police officer who recovered the gun. She talked about responding to the call and me taking her out to the gun. She showed some more photos and opened the gun box and showed the gun to the jury.
The prosecutor asked the officer to mark where the gun was on another air photo. She did and then they projected the image. What? She drew it on the fence just outside of center right field. Well, that's not right. Or is it?
When I left the court room, I opened Garmin Connect on my phone and found the GPS track. The track confirmed. I was right. The officer was wrong. That was satisfying.
Next time, I'll look at the GPS track before I testify. Of course, I hope there isn't a next time.
The experience was interesting, but it was also stressful. Not stressful because of testifying, but because of how sad the whole situation was. People sitting behind the prosecutor must have been the victim's family. They looked so hurt.
Here's yesterday's news story:
http://www2.ljworld.com/news/2018/jun/20/involunta...