It was Saturday night and the young ones were ruling Downtown, as were the old ones, and a large body of tourists. I made arrangements to pick up a friend and we were heading up to Topanga for a concert.
I’m not a parent. It’s highly unlikely, given my age and goals in life, that I ever will be. But I fight for parents every day as a family law attorney.
Halloween is just one week away, which is like a green light on the holiday rush. Four weeks later and we’re in the Thanksgiving madness, then four-and-a-half weeks to Christmas and Kwanzaa, New Year’s Eve and then it starts all over again.
Family law is a wacky part of the legal world. As a divorce lawyer I’ve found myself in outrageous situations, arguing over absurd things. My clients have gotten themselves into some pretty creative places from a legal and personal perspective.
The Omelette Parlor on Main Street is one of the many places that I like to have business meetings. I’ve been going there for over a decade. Over the years I’ve had many an occasion to have breakfast or lunch served up amid the memorabilia of times gone by.
Some days are just more special than others. I learned that when I was a teenage boy working at Temple Akiba in Culver City as a day camp counselor. You may be wondering why a 15-year-old Christian boy would be working in a Jewish day camp.
Couples frequently use a dog as a way to deepen their relationship, and treat the experience like a starter child. But when the relationship ends, what do you do about the dog? Well, luckily I have a new book coming out which deals with pets and separations.
My birthday is in two weeks. I’ll be 45 years old. It’s not one of the milestone birthdays, but it’s a milestone marker of my life. I’ve now outlived a brother, both my parents and have almost no cousins left.
When I was in the fifth grade I had a teacher who was a private pilot. He was a gruff, cranky old guy, at least to my 11-year-old brain. He was probably 45 and overworked with a classroom of kids, but those were the days when kids were durable.
Wow, summer 2011 is almost over. At least the fun part, if not the actual season. Hard to believe we’re down to the last two weeks of BBQs, beaches and babes.
I’m not a germaphobe. Having a dog pretty much drives that right out of you. I mention this because there are a few things in this world that just gross me out, and annoy me endlessly.
I wrote in my July 26 column that we needed to get the elevators fixed in the parking structures in Downtown. Well, City Hall was listening. Martin Pastucha, director of the Department of Public Works, called to update me on the status of the elevator repairs.
