Dear Charles Cooper;
I think I started to like you when Leanne pointed out your cuff links at yesterday’s trial. To watch the trial, I was sitting in the overflow room behind a personal hero of mine, Kate Kendell, executive director at National Center for Lesbian Rights, and I know she has been known to sport some pretty excellent cuff links as well. I, too, like cuff links. It’s really silly, I know, but I get excited when I think: This is something we all have in common!
When we left the overflow room shortly after the hearing ended at noon, we walked up the hallway to the real trial room to just peek inside. At that exact moment you were walking out of the room. You looked tired – you had obviously been working hard. We ran away to sort of hide – then we were concerned we might be in the same elevator as you on the way down. You instead went to the Men’s room first so we were spared that situation.
Afterward I felt guilty: running away is silly. I wonder what it would be like to talk with you. I would have tried to shake your hand and I would have asked about your cuff links and probably found some nice things to say. Maybe we’d later have a drink together. I could show you San Francisco from some of my favorite views. You’d meet our beautiful daughter…
I’ve dreamed this sort of thing before. I just wanted to dream it out loud a little longer. For the sake of my daughter’s future — our future. It could happen.
PS: Here are the rulings from the trial, out today (the following day). You lost on both counts. How I wish I could help you know it’s going to be OK.