vacation

Back to the Last Frontier

Back to the Last Frontier

In the summer of 1995, after studying for and taking the bar exam, I went to Alaska for just under a month with my friends Matt and Cory. We planned to tent-camp around the state – from Anchorage to Denali to Fairbanks to North Pole to Chicken to Dawson City (Yukon) to Wrangell-St. Elias, to Valdez to Seward to Homer and back to Anchorage. Just reading that itinerary takes me back and makes me tired at the same time.

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Don't Stand So Close To Me

About 15 years ago, my boss was invited to give a presentation in Hawaii. By “invited,” I mean required to go, although it hardly seemed like a hardship as we suffered through the depths of a brutal mid-Atlantic winter. After all, they were going to fly him out there, put him up at some hotel on the beach, give him a per diem and all he had to do was give an hourlong talk about a topic about which he was already an expert.

Hold the Phone

Hold the Phone

Anyone who’s known me for a long time knows that I am not a particularly adept or enthusiastic telephone conversationalist. In spite of that fact, I have two jobs that require me to spend multiple hours on the phone each day – first, discussing my clients’ legal issues, and second, talking to anglers from all over the world about tournament results, fisheries and techniques.