photo by: Jimmy Emerson, DVM It was a little after 1 o’clock, and the Mississippi sun was at its peak. As we walked along the oak shaded sidewalk, it occurred to me, I had never paid any attention to the Courthouse before. As we stood in front of the staircase, leading to the portico, I hadContinueContinue reading “My First Murder Trial”
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