I am increasingly disinclined to hear actual lawyer's stories as I approach becoming one myself. I had been about to apply for a fellowship with the NV. ACLU when I realized 1) it is the Vegas office and 2) the two people who did it last year are now disillusioned and bitter. I cannot believe Michael that your boss is still there and can only hope that you have stopped cooking for her. I only hope that the judge I hope to work for in the spring is a more sterling example of legal professionalism.
My Michael story is about my first week in Chicago. While Michael was a great friend and Uncle the entire time (especially in the passing of Mr. Chicken) the first week there he did a thing that I think qualifies him for sainthood. He washed my feet. I had hauled a sweaty dazed Emilie all over Chicago looking for an apartment and had found one but not without sacrificing a bit of my sanity. I was staying at Michael's and after dinner he gave me a foot bath and rub. It was so sweet and so Michael.
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That's Uncle Michael!!!!
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