You ever see something on the Internet that’s supposed to be free, except for shipping? And then you get charged $300 on your next Visa bill? I’m the lawyer who sues those *#$#@’s. Maybe it’s because I grew up in Kentucky, but I have a small-town sense of justice and my desires are very much those of a local boy who wants to make good. (To Kill a Mockingbird was my first inspiration) But after 24 years in LA, I can’t quite claim to be a country kid. I drink scotch at Pacific Dining Car. I’ve hiked the Andes and walked thru Ankor Wat. And as a daily New York Times reader, I’m one of those people who actually cares about the news – the trapped Chilean miners, the loose nukes in Russia, and why Ken Mehlman took so long to come out. Yes, I’m a bit quirky. I love film noir. I’ve named my laptop “Gertrude”. And I’m probably more comfortable talking to a crowd of 2000 than introducing myself to a stranger. But what sets me apart is my loyalty. I’m still close with the first friend I made in LA, I still have my first employee, and I want to raise a family more than anything. We may be more Homer and Marge than Bogey and Bacall, but don’t forget: Homer and Marge are still together…
You read for pleasure. You correct my spelling. You remind me to remember my mother’s birthday. You’ll Shazam songs from KCRW. You’d watch Sunset Blvd at the Hollywood Cemetery. You’re up for third world travel. You appreciate a $1.50 hotel room in the Mekong Delta as much as the Shantaram suite at the Mumbai Four Seasons. You’d put up with a squat toilet at the Kashgar Sunday market. You’re as social as Julie from the Love Boat. You drag me, kicking (but not screaming – I hate making a scene) into a group of people to strike up a conversation. You want to hike in the Santa Monica mountains on Saturdays. You may listen to Coldplay on your iPhone, but you put up with bluegrass and indie chick music when you’re in my car. You’d join me at Mysore Yoga and refrain from commenting on my form. You believe in writing old-fashioned thank-you cards. You smile at old people and dogs (but never at cats, ever.) You believe, above all, in the Golden Rule. You know that there’s nothing better than finding someone to share all your good days and comfort you on the other ones.