I'm a divorced father of two, so am well-acquainted with the facility. The office is stark and dreary, very off-putting, with close-packed chairs and a pay copy machine. Conversations which shold be private are heard by all. Shackled prisoners are often shuffled nearby, with officers making small-talk. Arguments between families and lawyers or counselors are spilled out. The vibe is of sorrow; of vulnerability and apprehension. When will our local government consider the effect on the innocent-the cjhildren brought here and the low-income single parents who must fork up over five dollars for the multiple forms to be copied? Not a coloring book to be found, not a toy or a magazine. Does our government care at all about forcing those who cannot afford attorneys to bear these rigors?
Pros: the clerk was very helpful-a diamond in a very bleak rough
Cons: too many to name
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