Dream of: 29 July 1994 (2) "Ohio Lawyer"

I was in a town in southern Ohio, sitting in a room with a group of four older women from my family, and my father, who was in the background. A man (about 30 years old) who was a relative of mine, and who was also a lawyer in this county, walked in and spoke to everyone in a friendly way. I didn't think he was a very good lawyer, but he managed to get by.

The man pulled out a book about the Civil War. Someone suggested that he read some, so he began reading the first chapter. I sat listening, thinking how interesting it was, especially since I myself liked hearing about the Civil War. I thought to myself that I had a documentary on tape about the Civil War – after he finished reading, it might be a good idea to play the tape so people here could see it.

He continued reading until he had finished the first chapter. Finally he walked over to me with the book and suggested that I continue reading, because he had to leave. As he headed toward the door, I wanted to ask him how his law business was. I was thinking I would like to be practicing law here, that I was tired of where I was living. I would like to return to this area and practice general law in Ohio. I would have to learn much new law, but it would be worth it. I stood, followed him outside and asked, "How's business?"

He turned around, stepped back, and said it was OK. I asked, "Well, do they keep coming back?"

He replied, "Yea, you get one and you get him forever."

He obviously meant that when a client came once, the client would stay with him for a long time. After he had gone a few more steps, I hollered out and asked if he was doing any bankruptcy cases. He hollered back, "Chapter 7?"

I distinctly hollered back, "Any?"

He replied that he wasn't handling any bankruptcy cases at the moment. He said he would occasionally do some business bankruptcies, perhaps even five at a time. But at the moment he wasn't doing any.

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I was sitting with the four older women in the back seat of a car in front of the house. The woman behind the steering wheel hit the wrong button, and the car began moving. My father was standing outside and he began walking toward the car, as if he were going to try to help us. But then the car stopped; it looked as if the woman in the front seat had the car under control.

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