It was the 1980’s. I was at the courthouse covering a trial. When the morning break came, the judge pointed at me and said to the court clerk, “Bring that reporter to my chambers.”
I felt suddenly sick. What had I done wrong?
I didn’t think I had reported on anything that the jury was not supposed to hear.
Maybe I used some wrong terminology.
As I made my way forward, the defense lawyer leaned over and held out a business card. “If you have any trouble I can help you”, he said.
I followed the clerk to the judge’s chambers.
“Chambers” sounds impressive but it’s really just an office, and the judge greeted me.
He did not look concerned about something I had done, he just had a question for me.
He’d been out of town and did not get any tickets.
Did I have a number for a person he knew at 630 CHED who might be able to help him get into that Oilers playoff game?
If we thought tickets were in high demand back then, it’s nothing compared to today.
Only three words that might help: big screen television.
As you take your seat tonight, I’ll be on the far, far, west side of Rogers Place, on my couch.