Saturday morning. Am going through and dumping old files. The box catches my eye: "Business Junk - Old School Records." All neatly organized. Typical.
Find a two page writing sample entitled: "Where will I be in ten years. Karen Kathryn Koehler. English 181 Milbauer, May 9, 1979."
This would have been typed on an IBM Selectric. The three pages of onion skin paper are a bit wrinkled.
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We are up at the mountain. John, my then husband, his best friend Dale, and me. Our mission - teach John to ski. He is a basketball player. This means skiing has not been encouraged over the years by his coaches.
Read MoreTom Chambers has summoned me. I walk down the hall past Sheila - Tom’s right hand office manager whom we have nicknamed Sheera Princess of Power. Enter his fake office. The one where he meets with clients or other lawyers and important people. It is as big as a large living room. Sitting proudly next to the marble fireplace is an imposing desk. There is one small pile of papers neatly stacked on it just so. As if ready for a magazine photo shoot.
Read MoreI've been a lawyer for about three years. The other lawyer has been mean to me since day one. Today we are arguing in court. I win the motion. The judge signs the order. There are no copy machines in the courtroom. We need to take the order down to the clerk's office, copy and then file it.
Read MoreI hit the wrong key and think - did I just hit the wrong key?
Flashback about ten years ago. We are just getting into the whole email thing. Cautiously because we are lawyers and about five years behind everyone else. There are about 500 of us trial lawyers on a listserve. It is changing the way we know and can help each other. Very cool indeed!
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