Thursday, December 20, 2007
I do some adoption work as a lawyer. Last week, I was finalizing an adoption of four kids by one couple. The couple and their biological chilren are white. The four kids they were adopting are black. It was a fun experience, because all of the kids seemed to really get along and the kids being adopted seemed to have adjusted very well. At the conclusion of the hearing, the youngest boy who was adopted, about four years old, approached his grandmother and asked very seriously "Am I going to be white now?"
Posted by "In the way . . ." at 10:49 PM
So, I'm in the bathroom at work, sitting on the pot, when my cell phone starts buzzing. I look to see who's calling and it's a client. Knowing I can call her back, I hit the "Ignore" button on my phone and put it in my pocket. I finish my business in the bathroom, wash up, and go back to my office. Upon arriving at my office, my cell phone begins bussing again. It's the same client. This time I answer. She begins telling me that she'd had the strangest experience. She says she thought she had dialed my number, but had dialed a wrong number because the call connected and it sounded like someone in a bathroom. Really strange, eh? I never told her.
Posted by "In the way . . ." at 6:40 AM
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
For years I've been told by my wife and others that "you're in the way." After nearly developing a complex, I just decided to adopt that as my Indian name--"In the Way." Thus, the name of the blog. I hope that future postings here will be as light-hearted.
Posted by "In the way . . ." at 9:56 PM