September 14 – Happy Birthday

Mark Rubin

Birthday News

Who’ da thunk it? 62 years old today, and when I went to bed last night, I was 61. That’s 22,644 sunrises. 744 new moons. Lots of martinis, and a ton of fun times.*

I’m a very lucky guy, in so very many ways. I never miss a meal (except for lunch, which I avoid every day). I pay my bills. My daughter and my former spouse call often, and neither asks for money. My girlfriend / law partner loves me, and our blended family of Corgis and a Schnoodle love us.

(About Max the Schnoodle. He hates me right now. He’s on a diet, and for a dude who lives

Complicated

Mark Rubin

I saw this post, shared on Facebook by my high school chemistry lab partner, Sarah Fajardo fka Sally Johnson. It explains how Sinn Fein can prevent a no-deal Brexit. I read the piece. Truly!

Unfortunately, I didn’t understand the issues even a little. What I did get, though, as a strong sense that too much I see in and about the world is simply too complicated!

I think I’m a fellow of above average intelligence. For damn near 40 years, I have dealt with complex matters on behalf of others. They—clients—have paid me many millions of dollars to address their complicated problems. Still, I feel stupid, too, too often.

Take Social Security. I’ll be 62

Elizabeth Warren for President

Elizabeth Warren

We’re into it already, 15 months before the 2020 election. Truly, fathoming 30 months of Trump, another 18 on the horizon, and the potential for 48 more escapes me.

I’m a pretty conservative fellow. No, really! Alright, by political measures I’m four blocks left of anywhere I happen to find myself. Otherwise, though, I really am.

I learned “go slow to go fast” from Old Friend Griff. When I handle a legal matter, I’m looking for the simplest and least expensive alternative (although, from time to time, I’ve pushed the edge of the envelope.) I believe in waiting your turn, minding your manners, and getting your facts straight before you open your mouth. Etc.,