Here is your typical Florida street, snapped through the parabrisa (windshield) of my car. It has no real significance except to maybe let the unsuspecting know that this is considered prime real estate in the area. How many of you have ever been in Mexico or South America? Doesn’t this picture remind you of the third world? Grimy little auto body repair shops, cracked sidewalks, titty bars, peeling paint, signs with the bulbs burned out years ago, lumpy pavements. This is Dixie Hwy.
The doggie wig place is probably glad I showed up today. Among other things, there was an expensive ad going to print with a domain name that was not securely registered. It was a circus, the guy who registered it got out of the business, then lost the password. Why is it that people who have important passwords write them down, put them in a briefcase and leave them in their car to be stolen? At least four Internet “experts” arrived at the same conclusion – you needed a password to log on to make the changes and the password was missing.It took an hour, but it is done. The biggest challenge was figuring out how to interpret the instructions from the domain registration service. The describe the same thing using several different words, none of which would be my first pick. Launch is what you do to motorboats, and when the same number is your account, your log on, your file name and your customer ID, you should pick one of those terms and stick with it. Already.
That pretty lady who I talked with at the Thrift last month, the one who never called? Her name is Sharlene and it took her long enough – I don’t even remember what she looks like, except she was pretty healthy. She called the Thrift, meaning she lost my number, and talked to Dickens for a while before they figured out the connection. Wouldn’t you know it, Fred called and needs some documents typed up tonight. That may be a good thing, see how patient Sharlene can be when she wants something. It never hurts to understand that soon whenever meeting somebody new.
There is a short story associated with that same concept. Who remembers David, the guy who nobody liked at the dog place. Well, I did say we’d all get used to him and that is where things stand today. He came out with a veiled compliment this morning, basically stating that when he first got here, he could not understand the way I did things. Now, he says that he could not figure out how I could have done things any differently. Distant and faint as it was, did you just hear an echo?
Later. You want more information about Sharlene, how did I know that? I called the number on my CID and she wants to go, as we talked about, to a book store. She contacts me during the busiest week so far. In case anyone forgets, I am not looking for a girlfriend; had lots of those. I’m looking for a long-term relationship and I am very, very picky about that. Hmm, waits how many weeks, did she? And then calls from a number that traces back to a motel. Wasn’t she living on a boat? And why did she set the phone down twice in the short time we talked? More echoes?
I typed up those legal documents for Fred and he was quick to point out that every article (61 of them) in those pages had already been discussed by us in the previous several weeks. I consider this to be more proof that most lawyers alive today had no particular aptitude for law, but did have enough money to stay in school long enough to accumulated enough credits to graduate. This also explains why law seems, since WWII, to have slid down to a situation where every argument is covered by four or five conflicting laws and the “Judge” gets to choose the one that matches her mood that day. This is why no lawyer can give you a straight answer on almost any legal question, and why that situation is not likely to change.
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