Ok, it looks messy.
In the holding area outside Seattle's Municipal Court rooms slump young gum-snapping "muffin top" women, ample midriffs swelling over sausage-skin jeans.
There are men of flat affect with cheeks you could strike a match on. Men who clearly have been around this block of Fifth Avenue too often. And jumpy sorts with surly T-shirt slogans. Few here look as if they hold the judicial process in high regard.
But, despite appearances, there is at least a part of this system that is working very well, according to the more orderly folks who preside inside. And to the people they help. ...






