Dream of: 10 February 2001 "Distraught Phone Call"
As I was checking my messages on my answering machine, I began listening to a message from a black woman who said she had been one of my clients many years ago. I seemed to remember the woman, but I couldn't distinctly recall who she was. Quite distraught, she began crying as she told me her husband was in jail for a misdemeanor offense. She wanted to know if I could help him.
When the message ended, I sat and thought about what the woman had said. I wondered how she had obtained my phone number, because my number was unlisted. She must have gone to quite a bit of trouble to have uncovered it. I had received similar entreaties in the past from other people and I had ignored them. I hadn't practiced law for quite a while and I had made a concerted effort to avoid taking on new cases, but lately I had been thinking I might like to start practicing a little law again. Financially, I was still secure and I didn't have to work, so money wasn't the driving factor, although, of course, if I worked, I would expect to be paid. Mainly, however, I just felt the urge to go to court, to get in front of a jury.
If I practiced law again, I could do so more on my terms now. I didn't have an office, and I didn't feel the need to obtain one. I much preferred working out of the house than going into an office. And I could dress however I felt. I even began envisioning meeting the woman at the jail, telling her to look for the man me wearing the black tee shirt.
Thinking of meeting her at the jail made me ponder the more technical aspects. I could bail the fellow out of jail on a simple attorney's bond, since I was still in good standing at the Dallas County Jail. I would probably charge the woman $75-$100 for the bond. Then of course, I would have to prepare a contract of representation. I would probably charge $500 for simple representation and $1,000-$2,000 for a jury trial. I knew that was cheap, but I was rusty and this case would be more practice than anything. I was still uncertain I even wanted to do it. I would have to give the matter some more thought.
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