November 08, 2009
It was a case involving
--the sexy version: Fraud! Conspiracy! Grand Theft! Burglary! Counterfeiting! Computer Forensics! and a Fugitive in Utah!
--the spam version: a bunch of scam artists returning merchandise to WalMart using fake receipts.
After the trial (which I wrote about here), it occurred to me that one person there had made an impression: The prosecutor. He seemed smart and witty, and I decided it would be nice to keep in touch. Normally I would have asked for a business card, but I didn't think to do that at the courthouse.
So, a few days later, prepared for the very real possibility that he would decide I was a stalker or worse, a sycophantic trial law fanatic, I decided to ask. For his friendship. Over Facebook.
My query went something like this:
"Is it against the law for a former juror to friend a lawyer post trial on Facebook? If so, please disregard this message."
He replied that it was A-ok.
That is the story of how I befriended a cutthroat district attorney, the kind of person whose path I would never otherwise cross (I hope). Since then, Mr. A and I have had dinner with him, he's hung out with my friends at a wine tasting, I've discovered he is indeed someone I'm happy to have met, and it makes me think how fun and random life can be if you let it.