How This Niche Became a Voice for All Home Inspectors
A couple of years ago, Lady Agag (my lovely wife) and I were invited to a cocktail party that was being held at a restaurant in the Chestnut Hill section of Philadelphia. The restaurant was actually closed that evening to all but those who had been invited to the party. The hosts of the party had “won” it by outbidding others at a silent auction to benefit Norwood-Fontbonne Academy, the private Catholic grade school that our two boys had attended.
Because of that provenance, the guests were, by and large, well-established inhabitants of the middle-class with a vast over-representation of lawyers. Lady A and I, about fifteen years senior to the gathering’s statistical mode, were clearly skewing the assemblage geezerish. Nevertheless, due to our surpassing young-at-heartness and preternatural gregariousness, we were warmly received by our fellow guests.
I was introduced to a couple, whose male component I had been reliably informed, was also a lawyer. After establishing that I was a colleague, he asked me what sort of law I practiced. My spontaneous response surprised even me.
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