He was nothing special. He came in, looked straight ahead at the young criminal court clerks in front of me, & then turned. He never turned towards Mickey or Lisa's families. I didn't realize I was on the side he & his attorneys would sit. I just wanted a better vantage point. I don't know how to measure evil. I once had the distinct displeasure of sitting across a desk from the leader of a Guatemalan death squad. Flat affect. Cold eyes. Nothing remarkable. But a seething undercurrent of evil. I didn't find out what this man was till the next day. Then I ran looking for the idiot who made me talk to him. As I said before, I don't know what I expected seeing BSL in the flesh. I didn't realize how little & pathetic he was. But that's in a courtroom full of hostile people. He diminished. He's only strong when he's around a woman he thinks he can control. Thank you, Mickey, mighty you certainly were, ever.