In simpler times, lawyers and judges met after court and had a few cold ones, and maybe ate a cheeseburger before heading home. It was a place of good food, good drinks, good live music, and after tomorrow it will be gone. More than a few criminal and civil cases were settled there, and more than a few assignations were consummated.
Goodbye old friend.
Here's the thing about winning a trial. It's a great feeling (we should know). But most of the time, despite what we as attorneys think, the case was ripe to be won. The frustrating thing about trials is that usually your best work goes unrecognized. As you are crossing the cop and s/he is crumbling on the witness stand, a bored judge, an overworked prosecutor, and an unappreciative client are the only spectators. But that comes with the territory. And we find it unseemly when a lawyer touts their own victories, much less sending out emails with summaries of supposedly amazing cross. War stories years later are one thing, the "look how great I am" emails are something else.
Back in our high school glory days, an errant football was thrown and landed in our hands for an interception, and we galloped into the end zone before a few thousand cheering fans during a championship game. Days later we were still recounting the event for bored teammates when our crusty old coach who in fact did wear a houndstooth hat pulled us aside and growled: "Act like you've been there before son".
It's good advice.
EBOLA IN NYC
It's not a new play on Broadway. A doctor who went to Africa to treat patients has tested positive for Ebola. And here's the problem: he was riding the subways for three days before his fever hit.
That's one of many reasons why we aren't sleeping well these days.
The weekend is almost here.