In the annals of Courtroom Dramas

In the annals of Courtroom Dramas…not the Paradine Case, featuring Charles Laughton as the wigged Judge…Marlene Dietrich as the witness into revelatory asides…Tyrone Power slashing cross examination, his modus operandi to get to the soul of the human dilemma ,hidden within the sacrosanct limitations of the  examination of the witness’s moral thread …her veracity from the womb to the inevitable….
                                                                       III
This then is the  20th century moment when the cream cheese bandit, aided and abetted by the moral support of his toupeeworn legal eagle, attempted to put away and confine his mother for the rest of her yesterdays..comparable to the scenario his mother and her sisters..his aunts pretended in going through the motions, ”foreclosing“ on their brother Max, when there was nothing wrong with him. All he needed was emotional support,” said the Shrink, his fingers into his Islip Asylym paperwork.,Uncle Max hidden behind the confining bars for over 50 years..for scribbling a letter to President McKinley….his sisters hiring a limo once a month to visit him.
                                                                 IV
But the prevailing “that life is a mass of contractions” embraces the toupee the cream cheese bandit’s lawyer in wearing. Isn’t he the Bandit’s alter ego? To commit  his mother? That her frame of mind, living out her demise in the L.A. Basin. Her lifeline ending since the Name Detective.  her husband, was operated for his hay fevered emphysema.
Sitting in that kitchen chair, his facial grimaces..his immortal soul ascending……
                                                           V
The Cream Cheese Bandit stacked the cards against his mother. Trying to commit his mother, along the lines of Uncle Max…”there was noting wrong with your Uncle Max. All he needed was emotional support,” said the Shrink, sorting out the 50 years of psychiatric examinations..
                                                                 VI
At the last moment, the Loeb and Loeb law firm came to the rescue. A new judge took the stand. The Cream cheese bandit’s mother recalled her visits to her Ventura Boulevard  shrink.
A” hundred dollars for every thirty minutes” .
Why  so much?” asked the Freudian visitor.
“You’re getting a bargain. You’re a senior citizen..”
                                                                  VII
“Living out your dreams,” said the newly sitting Judge.Miscarriage of justice. Case dismissed.”
May 18, 2016….the cream cheese bandit and his legal eagle of a toupee”.