I'm a public defender now, but I had a general solo private practice for seven years before this gig. I never figured out how to make a ton of money, but I had plenty of cases. Consequently, I've got lots and lots of case files. Miles and miles of files, as an old Moody Blues song had it. I've got to hang on to them for at least seven years, some of them longer than that. I've had 'em packed in a storage shed behind the Manor, but the shed is among the casualties of the pending sale of the house. So, I got to move them. I rented a big storage unit, and managed to enlist Daughter Caroline to help me out. I knew these kids'd come in handy eventually.
Monday, March 22, 2010
The Big Unit.
I'm a public defender now, but I had a general solo private practice for seven years before this gig. I never figured out how to make a ton of money, but I had plenty of cases. Consequently, I've got lots and lots of case files. Miles and miles of files, as an old Moody Blues song had it. I've got to hang on to them for at least seven years, some of them longer than that. I've had 'em packed in a storage shed behind the Manor, but the shed is among the casualties of the pending sale of the house. So, I got to move them. I rented a big storage unit, and managed to enlist Daughter Caroline to help me out. I knew these kids'd come in handy eventually.
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7 comments:
Good job honey (and Caroline and Davis too)! All of the boxes moved as of last week...2 weeks before move too.
Thanks, Darlin'.
Ditto. I have several boxes of client files that I have to keep for who knows how long. It's not like I don't have enough junk of my own...
You got that right, Star. 'Course, as burdens go, I suppose it's not like we rate a blues song...
Hey that storage unit qualifies as the neatest room in your house!
Careful, Cowboy. That might be your room on Thursday!
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