Tales from the Old Days
From time to time, I'm reminded of a funny story from my days at the District Attorney's Office and I think that they might make for a decent blog post. I was reminded of one of those moments this morning by former-HCDA investigator Steve Januhowski on Facebook, so I thought I'd share. Back when I was a new-ish prosecutor, a group of prosecutors routinely got together on Wednesdays after work for Steak Night at the Little Woodrow's on W. Alabama (sadly, it has since been demolished). I coordinated Steak Night and I was pretty religious about attendance. We usually had anywhere between ten to thirty people show up. I never missed. If I didn't leave early from work, I was out the door at 5:00 sharp on Wednesdays. During my tenure as the Chief of County Court at Law #5, my secretary was the one and only Barbara Eaglin, who was a true institution of the Office. She had been around for decades, if not centuries and was well known for her good-natured battles w