I am, at best, a religious mutt, at worst, I have no religion. My mother was a lapsed Protestant, my father a lapsed Catholic, I went to a Methodist church with my aunt, I attended Catholic camp in summer, and then I worked in a Jewish daycamp as a teenager.
When I owned my medical diagnostic company I regularly met with primary care physicians (PCP) who consistently complained to me about the insanity of the insurance industry and its unfairness to them.
Two college students were videotaping last Friday in Virginia Avenue Park. It was typical arty, demo reel stuff. She was the cameraman and he was the shirtless young buck romping in the park.
The paved paradise, and put up a parking lot. That’s what I thought when I read the headline that the City Council had approved plans for a new library to be built at my local park, Virginia Avenue Park.
The call came in on Friday, at 3:30 p.m. of course. His employer was still not clear on whether or not to terminate the alimony that we had fought so hard to end.
This is one of my favorite times of the year. I love the cold weather, the rain and the fact that it will turn on a dime and then become a gorgeous, sunny day.
Saturday I spent the morning with approximately 120 other lawyers being brought up to date on the newest developments in the law on domestic violence.
When I was in high school, back in the days of payphones and phones that actually “dialed” because they were rotary, there was a book out that was quite popular called “Dress for Success.
“I love it when a plan comes together.” Those words were made famous in my childhood by George Peppard when he was playing Col. John “Hannibal” Smith in that great television show “The A-Team,” soon to be a major motion picture.
Well, this year is off to a great start for the environmental forces. Washington D.C. has imposed a 5 cent tax on those annoying plastic bags I keep going on about.
Life has a funny way of teaching you lessons. Sometimes they come easily, like when you were a kid and your mom caught you stealing a candy bar and made you take it back to the grocery store and admit your wrongs.
This week we get to start over with the coming of a New Year. Many of my friends have had a rough year, and lots of my clients have also. But before we make grand pronouncements on what a horrible year it has been, I offer the following: There is a Chinese story of an old farmer who had an old horse
