Early Line At The Courthouse
Before sunrise, I parked near the courthouse and walked up the stone steps with my folio. A short line had already formed at the records door, coats zipped and coffee cups steaming.
I joined the back, checked the time, and reviewed my request list again. When the doors opened, security moved us through in small groups.
I cleared the checkpoint, took the stairs to the second floor, and queued at the recorder’s window.