In spite of having the proverbial fool for a lawyer, I managed to pretty much slide on my speeding ticket yesterday. In fact, I slid so well that it can no longer even be described as a speeding ticket, as, in exchange for my guilty plea, the charge was reduced to driving with a broken speedometer. As has been my previous experience, the N.Y.S. Trooper involved was very courteous, albeit still quite intimidating. The most interesting part was just how small a town court this was in, though the court was quite elaborate compared with the town offices, which are literally the tiny back portion of a strip mall pizzeria/travel agency. Opie? Aunt Bea?