HOLIDAY TRIAL IN CORPUS CHRISTI

Last week I traveled to Corpus Christi–the Sparkling City by the Sea located on the South Texas Gulf Coast–to assist with a jury trial. Unlike some of the small Texas towns I’ve been to for trial, Corpus Christi is the big city, with a population of approximately 325,000, making it the 8th most populous city in Texas. In fact, the Port of Corpus Christi is the third largest port in the United States.

The Nueces County Courthouse, where our trial was being held, is a moderne style courthouse, built in 1977.

 

The city has a historic courthouse, built in 1914, which sadly has been abandoned since 1977. The six-story building’s facade is gray brick, with white terra cotta trim, a red tile roof, and Ionic columns. Whether the once-majestic building will be redeveloped, rehabilitated, or torn down is the subject of debate, and a recent plan to convert it to a 4-star hotel fell through.

Image: Google Maps

Corpus Christi means body of Christ in Latin, and it seemed a fitting place to have a trial during the Christmas holiday season. Each afternoon, as I entered the courthouse, I was greeted by local school children rocking Christmas carols:

The Omni Hotel, where I spent the night, was cheerfully decorated for the holidays. Just look at Rudy at the front desk, who can hardly contain his holiday cheer amidst all the sparkly shrubbery:

Rudy granted my Christmas wish for a room with a view:

That ship in the distance is the USS Lexington, now an aircraft carrier museum:

My room was comfortable, but more importantly, it was all mine:

Although I couldn’t help but think how much Jasper and Maisy would have enjoyed the extra bed:

The trial concerned trees that our client had removed from an easement, to the landowner’s dismay. Many of the trees were palms. (Did you know there are around 2600 different species of palms? Learn something new every day!) The landowner brought some palm fronds for the judge and the jury to see:

My partner (as in law partner, not life partner) couldn’t resist doing a little dance with one while the jury was out:

The courtroom’s ceiling reminded me of an alien space ship hovering overhead, like something out of Close Encounters of the Third Kind:

Trial had been going on for 2-1/2 days by the time I was summoned. I got to watch the last witness’s testimony, and then we had a short conference with the judge before recessing for the day. We headed to the Republic of Texas Bar and Grill on the 20th floor of the hotel for dinner before retiring to our rooms to prepare for the final day of trial.

Most of the group had steak, but I opted for Shrimp Republic — jumbo shrimp in a white wine scampi sauce — which was very good:

Honorable mention goes to the epic hash browns my partner (law partner, not life partner) ordered:

The restaurant had a spectacular view of the water, and we enjoyed watching night fall over the water:

Even better was the full moon over the water:

Back in my room, I settled in to draft VERY IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS and earn my keep. I was up until 1:30 a.m. drafting them, and then, of course, I was too wired to fall asleep. Flipping through the channels on the TV, I landed on “My 600-Pound Life,” and eventually fell asleep from sheer exhaustion coupled with depression brought on by the show.

The next morning my boss and partner (yeah, yeah) were up and at it at the crack of dawn. I was not. I joined them in time for the 10:00 a.m. jury charge conference, at which I had a rare speaking role. Our opposing counsel was starting to get on my nerves with her insignificant changes to the charge that I had been tasked with drafting. I didn’t have access to wifi, which I needed to circulate the charge to everyone, but my boss helped out by telling me to “get in his hot spot.” We had a break for lunch, and then the jury returned to the courtroom, the judge read the charge to them, and they retired to the jury room to make their findings.

The jury didn’t take long to reach a verdict. They awarded the landowner more than our client would have preferred, but a whole lot less than the landowner asked for, so who won? You tell me.

As the jury was leaving, a few of them stopped to talk to my boss, who continued to argue his theory of damages to them. I could almost hear the theme song from Frozen, “Let It Go,” softly playing overhead. Gotta admire his passion!

We didn’t waste any time loading up the car and heading back to Houston. Kinda fun running into Santa buying jerky when we stopped for gas. 🙂

With the trial behind us, we are all looking forward to the holidays. Wishing you a Merry Christmas!

TRAVEL TO TILDEN

This week I traveled to Tilden for a hearing to wrap up outstanding issues in a case involving a lignite mine, and get the case finalized so that we can appeal the judgment (i.e., we represent the losing party — it happens).  I’ve never been to this part of Texas, and chances are you haven’t either.

Tilden is in South Texas, approximately 70 miles southeast of San Antonio, and is the county seat of McMullen County.  Tilden’s population is roughly 300, which might not sound like a lot, but is pretty populous when you consider that the population of the entire county is approximately 750 (making it the fifth least populous county in Texas).

Here’s an interesting fact — according to several recent articles, McMullen County is the richest county in the United States.  Its  population’s average adjusted gross income of $303,717 is the highest in the nation.  Imagine that.  This is largely attributable to the fact that it is in the heart of the Eagle Ford Shale, an oil-and-gas-rich shale formation, where production at one point was 1 million barrels of oil per day.  Black gold, Texas tea.

I traveled in style on the Vonlane bus from Houston to San Antonio.  If you hate the hassle of airport travel, I highly recommend this bus service — comfortable coach bus, wifi, free snacks (good ones, not a bag with 6 peanuts in it), Direct TV, and other amenities.  Once I got to San Antonio I rented a car and drove the 72 miles to Tilden.  The drive was pleasant, and spectacular wildflowers were in bloom everywhere, in every color except blue (the bluebonnets faded about a month ago).  I was so enamored with the wildflowers that I, of course, missed my exit — but I did manage to stop and get a picture of a field of purple Texas thistles:

The closer I got to McMullen County, the more apparent it became that this was oil and gas country:

Five pumpjacks all in a row

I <3 pipelines


Flaring gas

In Tilden I met up with the rest of the team at the Texan Inn, where we were all spending the night.  The motel is one of the few places to stay in Tilden, and its guests are mainly oilfield workers.

I was a little puzzled at first by the Boot Wash station:

But then I saw these outside one of the rooms and realized that a boot wash station is indeed necessary:

It must feel so good to take those boots off after a day in the oil patch and kick back with a beer.

Like lodging, there are not a lot of dining options in Tilden.  Our team headed to Max’s Cafe for dinner, which features home-style cooking and “Max-ican” dishes.

I had a combination plate with a crispy beef taco and cheese enchilada:

After dinner, we made a quick stop at Wheelers Mercantile, a popular gas station and food mart, for drinks for our room before settling in for the night.

My boss told us about Chupacabra Rub, a seasoning blend that he’s bought at Wheelers before and really likes, so I picked up a jar for each of us, as well as a bag of Chupacabra Cracklins for my other boss.

The next morning we headed to the McMullen County Courthouse for a full day of testimony and argument:

This courthouse was built in 1930, after the original courthouse burned down in 1929.  It is “in a Classical Revival style with Mission style influences.”

The testimony regarding attorneys’ fees was not exactly riveting, and I think we were all happy to break for lunch.  We all (and I mean all — opposing team, judge, court reporter) headed to Agave Jalisco, which has a number of locations in South Texas:

I had the cheese enchiladas:

After that meal, a siesta was in order.  Unfortunately, we had to return to the courthouse for more scintillating testimony regarding each side’s worst case scenario during the pendency of the eventual appeal.  We wrapped up around 5, and everyone skittled out of the courthouse like a bunch of cockroaches when you turn the light on, hoping to still catch flights and get on the road for the long drive home.

Heading back to San Antonio, Google Maps sent me a different way than I came in.  Driving along the lonely country road I suddenly came upon . . . the lignite mine that I’d been hearing about all day:

That big excavator is called a dragline, and it is a beast.

I didn’t get out of Tilden in time to catch the last bus out of San Antonio to Houston.  This was actually a nice thing for me, because I got to spend the night with my daughter and enjoy dinner at Tre Trattoria at the San Antonio Museum of Art.  We started with a really delicious appetizer of burrata with pickled blueberries and mint:

I was so tired from the long day that I forgot to take pictures of the rest of our meal, but I specifically recall that it was NOT cheese enchiladas.