Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Morning Radio: Faron Young Four In The Morning


On point.


To be accused with lies.

I will overcome.

No matter their stupidity and desperation.

Their methods of attempting to undermine me and what I have worked to build.

A success.

A succesful team.

No matter, no matter, no matter.

I will sue to keep what is mine.

I will litigate to keep what is mine.

I will never give up the fight.

Trust me readers.

I am sure that some of you will be on my jury.

Monday, December 12, 2016

Morning Radio: 57 Channels


On point.

To make others a scapegoat is wrong.

To blame others without evidence is wrong.

To implicate something without proof is wrong.

To infer that somebody has done something that they have not done is wrong.

To suggest a person has done an unethical act, such as ex parte communication with a judge, without anything to support such an accusation is evil.





Completely nonnegotiable.

Especially when you know the judges in your district as well as I know mine.

Because when you suggest that about an attorney, you are also suggesting that about the judge.

That is as bad as it gets in the legal profession.

Didn't happen.

Wouldn't happen.

Never will happen.

But those who blame and point the finger, well they....

Here's the Boss.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Morning Radio: Dirty


Motions all weekend long.

To suppress, to dismiss, to continue.

To compel, to discover, to vacate.

Balance was not part of the bargain.

It's crawling through the mud on each and every file.

With your boots on.

Through the slush.

Each step gets heavier, each step gets slower.

As each step gathers the sludge.

You look down:

Dirty Boots.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Morning Radio: Stormy


On point.

Deep breathing.


Chimes outside singing their own song.

Then wind.

Then rain.

Then another layer of wind.

Sheets of rain now.

They come together in unison.

All forces of nature growling at you outside your window.



That's stormy weather.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Morning Radio: Windy


On point.

The horizon is moving.


Lighted by different colors.

Different hues.


Ever present.

There is a light gush.

And then a gale.

And then calm.

The wind stands back momentarily and watches and waits.

Gathering itself for another attack.

Windy with You.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Morning Radio: Dusty


On point.

The crystals on my windshield melt quickly.

Driving with the defroster blasting.

Blocking out the song.

You turn it up.

It's blaring now.

I turn the wheel.

Down our street.

You glance over, turn the music down, and ask:  How's the trial going?

I say: Nothing has been proved.

You smile and turn the music up loud.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Morning Radio: Muddy


On point.

The sharpness of the cold.


Dark so soon.

Dark so dark.

I look up in the bleachers.

I think I can see you.

I squint.

That must be you.

But there are faces in front of you.

And all around you.

Moving.  Up and down.  Sideways too.

Their arms extended upward.

Blocking my view.

Their arms waving.

Hands clapping.

That must be you.

That must be you.

Nobody else looks the way you do.

Is that you?

Is that you?