I literally learned how to cut cheese last night on a wedge of manchego from a lawyer. I'd been doing it wrong all of these years.
I spend a lot of time with lawyers because I am married to one. Smart and chatty, all of them. Good drinkers of wine and great story tellers. It can sure seem that I but live in their world.
Jury duty, silent auctions, gallery openings, happy hours. Just a few places where I meet these masters of counsel.
I wonder which of my children will heed the call and go down that dark road.