During the two horrific weeks I spent in law school, I vaguely remember someone saying something along the lines of when you don't have the evidence on your side you argue the law, and when you don't have the law on your side you argue the evidence.
Judging from the arguments former Gov. John Rowland's lawyers presented in a motion to dismiss the federal charges filed against him, you can tell they stayed in law school all three years.
Employing the kind of legal logicality that gives lawyers a bad name, and second homes, Rowland's defense team took to splitting the split hairs of split hairs.
As you will recall, Rowland is accused of trying to set himself up as a behind the scenes political consultant to the congressional campaigns of Mark Greenberg and Lisa-Wilson Foley by writing or helping to write contracts that indicated he was being paid for providing other services.
In the case of Greenberg, the lawyers argued Rowland is not guilty of anything because the bogus contract was never signed: "… an unsigned, unexecuted draft contract between private parties (on which no work was ever performed and no payments were ever made) cannot be false."
OK, that's good. But where the legal eagles really come into their own is with this. "… the statute prohibits only making a document false, and not the making of a false document."
Is this a distinction without a difference?
Beats me? Maybe they covered that in week three?
We Are What We Drive, Which Is the Problem
An analysis of the state's 2.2 million passenger car registrations by Courant reporter Stephen Busemeyer revealed some interesting, as well as depressing, results.
If we are what we drive, we are a dull people.
Our favorite car color is gray, which is probably because no one offers a car in drab.
We have a tendency to drive what our neighbors drive, even if it means driving a Subaru.
And we no longer seem to be concerned with keeping up with the Jones, our lack of upward striving evidenced by the fact that in the entire state there is only one registered Bugatti.
Also, Greenwich is home to more Ferraris, Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, Aston-Martins, Porsches (and unsuccessful self-funding Republican candidates for statewide office) than any other town in Connecticut.
Here are some personal observations and thoughts, most of which are not based on the registration analysis.
The most popular middle-age male crisis car remains the convertible, even if it means walking around with a sunburned bald head.
You are most apt to see pickup trucks in rural areas, and on my rear bumper.
Prius should change its name to Precious.
When a man sees another man driving a minivan, his first thought is "There but for the grace of God …"