Our goddaughter is in the midst of taking the bar exam — a two- or three-day hazing ritual — so that some day soon she will have the dubious honor of practicing law with a license. (In our family, many consider themselves lawyers even though actually allowing them to be licensed would be tantamount to yelling fire in a crowded theater.)

Any way, back to our goddaughter.   She’ll do fine.  She is smart and capable.  And those are not even prerequisites — have you looked at who gets admitted to the bar?  And then what percentage of those also get put behind bars (at penitentiaries)? 

Anyway, my sweet, I can’t wait to welcome you to the club.  Just remember, it is just a bar on the side of road. 

Life is bigger, wider and better than any heights of any profession.  I know you know that.  But you also know that, as I am in loco (LOCO) parentis in the State of Blogger, I must tell you anyway.

POB (partner of blogger), SOPOBAB (son of POB and Blogger) and I love you and POLTB (partner of lawyer-to-be) VERY, VERY, VERY much.

~ Blogger