Half a Loaf, Half a Year, Half a Life...

Spent Memorial Day at home, for the most part. My son and I don't seem to have much imagination when it comes to holiday excursions. Oh, we went to Border's here to look at some stuff--I bought a fun little book on deadly plants, he decided not to get a book on college calculus. We had lunch at the Golden Harvest in Eureka. We went home and watched "Back to the Future" (which he'd never seen).

Watching BTTF was a revelation. For one, the movie itself stands up over the last 25 years. Michael J. Fox should have done more quality comedies like that but I guess there weren't any made while he was a young guy. At the end of the movie the crazy doctor comes back from 30years in the future with a car that flies. Adam laughed, commenting that 30 years from 1985 is only about 6 years from now and we're nowhere near the flying car. "Not that much has changed," he said.

Oh yeah? I asked. Tell me, then, how many personal computers you saw in the movie. How often did they refer to the internet or to their iPods? Their cell phones? Things change--just not necessarily the things that the movie gods thought of.

It's Tuesday now, and back to work. Already someone who made an appointment to talk about a criminal case has flaked on me, even though he asked me to do research on his predicament, which I did. He never called back for the answer. My guess is that he got another lawyer who was willing to talk to him on Memorial Day. My thought is: His loss. I do good work for my clients and I work with them and answer their calls and all that. I fight as hard as I can for them and sometimes I even get them a good deal. Many times, in fact.

And I notice that the Sonoma PD is looking, yet again, for an "experienced" attorney. I've gone down there twice, interviewed with their head guy twice, twice been told that they needed to look elsewhere. Do I dare apply a third time? If I do, at least this time the head guy will recognize me when I walk through the door. And I can say, "aren't you sorry you didn't hire me two years ago? You could have saved yourself all this angst."

But I'm not sure I'll apply. I made a choice, after all, to stay in Humboldt. You'd think for once I'd stick to that choice.

Okay, okay. Listen, speaking of choices, I got lots of work to do and a few days to do it in. Guess I'll just get back to it. I have another potential client coming in at 11 and I expect these folks to show. A family law case and they really need my help.

After all, that's what I'm here for, yes? To help people?