No, I’m not done talking about my most capable, competent attorney.
In fact, my new look is a tribute to the profession.
It so happens that Josh was with me in that fatal moment when my knee decided to go on strike.
I remember it like it was yesterday . . . (I’m pausing to compose myself)
The thing about Josh (and why we got along so well) is that we think along the same lines.
Yes, I know it’s scary.
We both married way over our heads (a fact no one denies).
We were equally comfortably sitting around the living room cushing as we were taking over small island countries (which almost happened).
And time would fail me if I spoke to you about his attire.
Nothing says “pimp my counsel” like the sweet threads of the Stumpenator.
The man knows how to dress it up (we all think it’s the better half that’s responsible).
We had some devil awful times in the city of Eugene, Oregon.
But some of our greatest friends were made there and our circle of friends from there and that began there blossomed into a great treasure.
(and now please hum the song from the “real men of genius” commercials as I humbly offer a closing tribute)
Here’s to you Mr. Sandwich loving, Pepsi drinking attorney.
When others cowardly dumped off the rock, you had the courage to take it behind the line and drop a three.
When others offered you money to do your job, you marched right in and did your duty in the face of harmless visual stimuli.
While others dance around the issues you face them head on - you asked the tough questions “why doesn’t every place that serve French Fries serve garlic fries?” and “Why don’t states have a state sandwich?”
So stand tall and proud Mr. Electric Light Orchestra wardrobe wearer, you make us all want to be a better man.
