A cold and rainy Saturday

Wausau. The end of March. It’s raining. And cold. Cold enough so that folks that have any sense are huddled up indoors with their favorite squeeze. For some, that’s a good book. Or a partner. Or for some, it might be their favorite hooch. Here, it’s an iPad, wrapped in a battered gray cover, gray like the sky and the snow.

My one-room office door says James Hawkins on the outside. From the inside, the real side, it reads backwards. I’m not sure how I come by that name. guess it had something to do with my parents. I’m a lawyer. For a small fee, I do stuff for other people. You name it: write a will, draft a contract, listen to your troubles, talk to somebody. Whatever comes along. For a small fee.

On this gray day,