Tuesday, August 23, 2011


I was talking to a quasi-friend of mine, an attorney who "knows everything." I mentioned the quake back east that was 5.9 being just a bit less than the 6.7 Northridge quake in '93. "No, that was nothing…one point means ten times," he said, whatever the hell that means.

My point is: Those things don't happen back there and it had to just as scary as when it does in the West, in California.

This fellow was a fine attorney who couldn't keep his fly zipped and was tossed from four law firms, major ones; then he got in trouble with a client's girlfriend and that huge trouble that got him everything but disbarred.

I remained his "friend" over those years, but increasingly it's becoming impossible for me to deal with his arrogance and narcissism…the latter being much like my wife's.

That's my bit of a rant for today so far, save to say I hope all are okay back east and that I'm glad Irene isn't going to hit Miami, where I also have friends.