
My first week as an extern to a federal judge proved thoroughly interesting. Taking the St. Charles streetcar to work each morning with my neighbor, classmate, and co-worker has proven to be one fun aspect of the position. It's a great, tranquil way to transition into work mode. And, to my delight, streetcars seem to be magnets for characters.

One of the drivers we seem to get often in the mornings is an older lady who shouted to one departing passenger "I live for speed!" the other day before slamming the doors and cranking the lever as the lumbering old streetcar launched forward, rattling between the rows of traffic under the oak boughs. There are others - the young Americorps guy who reads the Hemingway book, the professional man who looks like Danny Glover, the quiet umbrella lady, and a host of other interesting people.

The streetcar in the morning is, by and large, New Orleans. It changes later in the day.
It only takes about a half hour to get to Poydras Street - less if we get the lady driver and if the back of the streetcar makes it around Lee Circle on the first try.
This is, I realized, the first time I've ever taken mass transit to and from work.

The courthouse position itself has been intriguing - a bench trial, criminal hearings, case research and writing. Time flies. It's been very interesting to get a taste of the procedure and processes involved. And I've actually found some direct applications of things I learned in law school(!). Civ. Pro., Con. Law, and Property have all come in handy in my inaugural assignments. Legal Research and Writing is critical, too.
I learned from personal experience that cameras are not allowed in the building, so don't expect any behind-the-scenes shots.
We eat lunch at the base of the Henry Clay statute shown in Lafayette Square (the courthouse is off in the background in the shot above).

On Wednesdays, a festival atmosphere livens up the square with vendors, food, drinks, and live music. Last week the Hot 8 Brass Band took to the stage before Gallier Hall.

When the day is done, we wait at the car stop on St. Charles with our $1.25 (exact change only) in hand across from the Lafayette Hotel. In 2003, during my first hours-long visit to New Orleans, I remember being awestruck at the many Mardi Gras beads in the same sidewalk trees that stand across the street in front of the building.
I also remember my second visit to the city last May. The St. Charles streetcar line was still being re-strung along the route and not a streetcar was running along the route.
The streetcar sometimes has trouble as it makes the circuit around the monument to Robert E. Lee - the back wheels sometimes fail to follow the groove where the tracks diverge. Vehicles also fail to get out of the way, which is always interesting to watch/feel.

In the afternoons, the streetcar is transformed. It is often far more crowded, and, especially on Friday, packed with tourists visiting for the weekend - it gives us a chance to prove how much we've become locals when we can advise visitors their guide-suggested streetcar stops are not the ideal ones for their purposes.
If we get the man pictured for a driver, we make good time - he drives with confidence, speeding up in certain stretches with many crossings and dinging loud and clear so as to signal a warning to any motorists running parallel: don't cross the neutral ground. I'm coming through and I'm bigger than you.

As we step off across from the JCC on Jefferson, the sun a bit lower and our ties a bit looser, the doors close behind us and the streetcar whirs and rumbles off up the crescent.
This, I think, is going to be worthwhile.
Labels: federal judiciary, law, New Orleans, streetcars, summer job
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