Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

do you have legal counsel today?”

“No, Your Honor,” I said, standing up. “I am representing myself.”

“And who is the gentleman beside you?” Judge Vance asked, her eyes moving to Marcus.

“Marcus Tully, Your Honor,” Marcus said, standing up with his hands clasped in front of him. “I am here to assist Mrs. Miller with her records.”

“Very well,” Judge Vance continue reading …