Windowless hotel ballroom. Full of grey suits. Boring speech by the governor, full of cliches and nonspecific intentions to fix health care. The only interesting or dramatic part of his speech was a totally gratuitous slam against bankruptcy lawyers! Dry rubbery chicken. Nervous laughter and tepid conversation at my table. Rote recitation of the association's achievements over the past year (a golf tournament, a picnic, a couple of unambitious CLE seminars, a stingy summer public interest fellowship) and election of next year's slate of officers. Found a couple of apparent errors in the treasurer's report while waiting for hot tea, which never came. Two high points were a hug from my friend the Chief Justice and the chance to suggest to one of my former classmates (a dapper bow tie wearer himself) that we try to get one of our other former classmates, a firecracker of a man who died unexpectedly last year, admitted to the bar posthumously. He dug the idea and will see what he can do. If the dead friend didn't pass the bar at his final sitting (he may not have, I don't think he knew before he died) I'm sure we can get some kind of recognition for him. It sure would be cool if we could -- he was more alive than any of the rest of the people in that room. Including me, while I was in that room. Good heavens. We're a talented and interesting profession, but that luncheon was just the worst of the worst. Everything about it was bland.
If she can do it, you ought to be able. http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/europe/02/10/france.marriage.ap/index.html
Posted by: win | February 12, 2004 at 04:18 PM
I hope, Dad, that this is an analogy, and not a literal suggestion. He was a great guy, but not, I suspect, up to you and Mom's son-in-law standards (even for dead son-in-laws). But it might make for an inexpensive wedding reception....
Posted by: Scheherazade | February 12, 2004 at 04:43 PM
I have this feeling you're in for a wonderful Springtime. I mean, you just have to be, right?
Posted by: Richard Ames | February 12, 2004 at 08:07 PM
When a fly-on-the-wall inadvertantly attends a typical county bar association meeting, she asks herself: (1) this is a learned profession? (2) these are fiduciaries? (3) where's my wallet? and,(4) was I a lawyer in my prior life?
Posted by: David Giacalone | February 12, 2004 at 09:52 PM