It’s Friday evening, and I don’t much feel like blogging about law. Rather, I’d like to talk about my oldest son, Anthony. He is now a senior at St. Bonaventure University – where my wife and I went and met. I cannot tell you the emotions that brings up in me in a simple blog post, but use your imagination. And he is seriously considering going to law school. I think it’s awesome. I don’t much care for those lawyers that react negatively when younger people say they want to go to law school. Really? Typically I keep my mouth shut, but recently, during one of my son’s many tag-alongs to court with me this summer, we ran into a local lawyer who reacted that way. And I said something like “don’t project on to him your unhappiness with being a lawyer.” And I meant it. I love being a lawyer. I still feel like I am going to a playground when I go to work. Don’t get me wrong – it’s hard work. Serious work. But it’s what I was meant to do, and I am so grateful I have had the opportunity to practice law.
It’s been five years since the ABA Journal published my off-the-cuff, stream-of-thought comments for the Valentine’s Day edition, and I still feel the same way. Whenever I get before a jury or judge, I still get chills.
Encourage people to enter the profession if that’s their burning desire. It is still a great, honored profession, and we need more good, honorable people in it, like my son, Anthony. I love you Anthony.
