Here in downtown Marshall we have a lot going on during the week. We have acoustic jam outdoors on Monday nights, Boogie Woogie Wednesdays at OS2, Blind Dog Cook at the The Blue Frog on Thursdays (don't ask) and the Second Saturday festival on North Washington Street once a month. I mean we're not Jefferson or anything, but we have our moments.
And we now have a new attraction, Evidentiary Venue Hearing Fridays over at the Sam B. Hall, Jr. Federal Building and United States Courthouse, sometimes (okay, only once) referred to as Sammy B's. Today was a double-header at Judge Hall's old stomping grounds with Judge Gilstrap conducting one hearing upstairs, and Judge Payne a second downstairs. Lawyers screamed, witnesses burst into tears (or maybe it was the other way around - my notes are not clear), gavels rang out - yada, yada. At the end of the day, one motion to transfer was granted and one denied. Statistically, that's about half.
It may not be as exciting as the Fire Ant Festival, but it sure beats the hell out of Markman hearings.