The calendar and that yellowing document on the wall tell me this is the fifty-second anniversary of my admission to the Bar of Our Fair State.
Fifty-two (count ‘em, 52) years.
Been quite a ride. And it ain’t over yet.
The calendar and that yellowing document on the wall tell me this is the fifty-second anniversary of my admission to the Bar of Our Fair State.
Fifty-two (count ‘em, 52) years.
Been quite a ride. And it ain’t over yet.
