Our lawyer in the family was a decent guy , Owen Hughes . Worked out of Nashville , born in 1888 he was a combat veteran , serving artillery in France WWI . He returned to Nashville after the war working law until 1942 . After that war he retired .
Of course there's more when don't I write stuff like this .
My second cousin when to law school on the insurance settlement from her sisters death in a private plane crash .......sad story often used to illistraight make every word kind you might have to live with them your whole life .
After passing the Tennessee Bar , intern time etc , she went to a Nashville firm of good reputation . Shortly after starting she was taking time walk the firm's hall of partners . All but one of the pictures had a brass tag identifing the partner and time line , etc . Wouldn't you know it , nobody knew the guy except the new girl . So the next day she brought in a copy of the picture from home marked Owen Hughes , My great-grandfather Nashville , March 18 , 1932 .
Personally , I've needed a lawyer thrice . The first time the mention of his name and retainer fixed the problem for pennies on the accusations and locked out the negotiations . Dog ticket ........ Looking at $5000 for an over sensitive neighbor , who's cat I'd thrown out the doggy door in the summer time more times than I can count .
The second one needed a cattle prod and his chair hot wired to hot fence to keep him motivated for a NV divorce .
The 3rd was almost as good as the first , he cost me more than the first 2 combined but was worth every glorious penney to see the X above sitting there with her jaw all agape and the stupified look in her eyes when the judge read her decision and ever so politely handed her her posterior seating fixture . I swear I think I actually saw her hair wilt .