I was taken to a basement area in the federal courthouse to be mugshotted and fingerprinted once again. From there, I went to my arraignment in a cavernous room, which if I recall, had written on the wall in big letters: “In God We Trust.” But the T was missing, so it read, “In God We rust.” Standing there, in a room filled with a lot of frightening-looking defendants – and some pretty scary-looking lawyers as well – I felt as if I was about one-foot tall.