I’m just a plainspoken Colorado criminal defense lawyer, but the way I see it…
A father has the right — some would say the obligation — to feel proud of his children. But, I’m a lawyer, and lawyers never feel an obligation to do anything until a judge tells them they have to, and even then we’ll fight it, all the way to the Supreme Court.
So I don’t feel the obligation. Nevertheless, I feel the pride.
And so an offering, here, that has nothing to do with the law, but everything to do with who I am, and what I leave behind me when I am no more.
The first time ever I saw the faces of my children, I wept, then laughed, then over the course of twenty-one years have been on the wildest joyswept ride of my life. Both of them are going to change the world, or at least the world around them, in different ways, and who knows how far their ripples will spread.
One is a singer. And here is my (her) offering, and if you paid any attention at all to the first tortured clause of that last paragraph, you already know what it is: