Two blogs in one day! What is the world coming to?
I still think Fargo is a cool little city, but there ain't much to do if you ain't got cash. The pontoon ride is a no go - Tuesdays and weekends only. Why Tuesdays? Oh well. And all the historical and touristy places are locked up tight for the winter. So, I decided to take a page from John Waters and visit the courthouse. I've never seen a jury in the flesh before.
And I still haven't. I was happy to find that there were two courthouses in Fargo, so I thought I would have some options. I started with the big federal courthouse. The whole place looked a little empty, except for the guards, whose job it is to quiz you on where you are going. I still felt kind of weird about going to see someones' sins hashed out in public, so I said I was sightseeing. I had noticed that there was a plaque on the outside saying that the building was in the historic places register. That was what I resorted to when the guards looked dumbfounded at my sightseeing answer. I think they searched me a little bit closer after that. After about 10 minutes of everything but a strip search, they let me through, and informed me that the historical part was offices and off limits, and court was not in session today. In little less than 3 minutes I had reclaimed my cell phone and hit the road.
On to the next courthouse. This time I came right to the point and asked if there were any cases being heard today. Two divorces. Really not into that. Where are all the mass murderers when you need 'em? Everyone take note: Fargo is a really, really safe city, apparently.
And now it's raining. I did my laundry, and ensconced in a clean pair of jeans fresh from the dryer, I am back at the library to finish my Thursday Next novel and wait until the morrow.