“About half the practice of a decent lawyer is telling would-be clients that they are damned fools and should shut up. ” ―Elihu Root Without really knowing much about Elihu Root, I put that quote on the back of the t-shirt we gave away to runners in the annual Bay County Bar Association Race Judicata. I was the chair for three or four years early in my legal career. I guess my jaundiced eye toward the role played by our profession was obvious even then. Lately I've been watch

"Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator." -Confucius This blog has become sort of vapid, hasn't it? I mean, what insights emerge here (as if they ever did)? Yesterday I turned 62. I've been in sort of an anhedonic grump for a while now, and P was determined that a trip to Manhattan might pull me out of this funk. Returning to the recent site of a

"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?" -Satchel Paige Sitting here in our very expensive room at the Abbey in Peekskill, NY, about to drive the 1+30 down into Manhattan for my birthday. This hotel isn't as great as I remembered the last time. They advertise a pool, but it's actually at the apartment complex across the street. In November we didn't care, but yesterday it would've been a welcome amenity. There's no place to sit outside without baking in the

I heard enough of the white man's blues I've sang enough about myself So if you're looking for some bad news You can find it somewhere else Last year was a son of a bitch For nearly everyone we know But I ain't fighting with you down in a ditch I'll meet you up here on the road I know you're tired And you ain't sleeping well Uninspired And likely mad as hell But wherever you are I hope the high road leads you home again To a world you want to live in -Jason Isbell No post yes