markpierce
Master and Commander
- Joined
- Sep 25, 2010
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- USA
- Vessel Name
- Carquinez Coot
- Vessel Make
- penultimate Seahorse Marine Coot hull #6
Isn't boating "real life?"
We had something called "direct access" whereby a client could engage a barrister "without the intervention of a solicitor". Not many barristers wanted to avail themselves of that.Here in Canada, we have a modified British system.
Barristers and Solicitors have way less to do with one another than in the UK, where a criminal matter, for example, will start off with a Sol being hired by the client, having most of the client contact and most of the contact with the prosecution. The Solicitor then hires the Barrister to appear in court and argue the case.
Here the Barrister assumes both of those roles in all aspects of any matter that will go to Court. In order to go to Court, a Barrister must be "Called to the Bar".
Though we wear gowns in Supreme Court trials, we don't wear wigs.
Our Solicitors are the lawyers who do wills, real estate transactions, draft contracts, etc. All those things that are necessary to keep society running and hopefully, out of Court.
I am both Barrister and Solicitor, though the Barrister part occupied me 90-95% of my time and Solicitor part only 5-10% throughout my career.
In the US, Barristers and Solicitors are called Attorneys, Counsellors and probably many other things, but never Barristers or Solicitors.
I too was originally going to post what I “did” once versus do as I am semi retired now. I have been working in one sort or another since I was 13 and the old man made it clear he wasn’t paying but for the roof overhead and food on the table. So, a lot of jobs since then. The career was with the FAA. Initially ATC and eventually program management for ATCT/TRACON modernization. FAA senior PM for O’Hare Modernization Program was a highlight for me. Ended doing Quality Control on operations. As the water is a way of life for me (first boat I purchased (at 13yo) was a 1961 Crestliner. Pull start 40hp Envinrude. How I used to envy the rich kids with “electric starts” [emoji6])
I believe I will always being “doing” something water related. Lately, it’s reading a lot more on this Forum. This three has been very enjoyable thus far.
The wig/gown/bar jacket/jabot or bands thing seems very outdated. But it has a function, one progressive Judge sat all the time in bar jacket, no wig/gown etc. He got death threats from an unhappy "punter". On went all the regalia! Somehow it creates a protective presence and anonymity. But wigs sure did itch!
Now 22 years as a geotechnical engineer, 5+ years and going here in Saudi Arabia... Seriously hankerin' for another boat soon.
.....a smattering of lonely, forlorn lawyers,
though I have done some sailing in my life too, grew up with Lazers and Hobies
Is our view on boats and boating somehow tied to what we chose to do for a living?
Fun to ponder.
The best day in a landlord’s month is the first, when you get to open the mailbox and take the money out. Time will tell how many tenants decide rent payment is optional during this shutdown, and the first of the month is likely to be less fun for a while.
Shoreline Restaurent.
Acquired by Anthony's Homeport a long time ago. Anthonys have restaurants in pretty much every marina and waterfront town on Puget Sound. They classed the Shoreline up along with the prices. The Shoreline sign is still on the roof.
I was out of boating in the mid 70's.
Sorry to bore you with a long rant.
I came a broken home on the wrong side of the tracks.
At 6yrs old after a year in Dr Barnardo's home I was taken to grandparents I hardly knew who lived on a smallholding. Grandfather made money during WW2 as a postman sourcing fresh food on the black market for the Lancaster bomber crews on the nearby airfield and bought the smallholding with the profits. Grandfather one of the old generation, taught me the meaning of honour, integrity and hard work. I'd never seen a chicken before but taking care of them soon became my job along with all the other animals. When my grandparents passed away an older brother, a townie, and stranger to me arrived and started giving orders.
I saved my pennies from working on neighbours farms as a tractor driver and applied to go to Australia on a £10 scheme. At 15 yr old I'd never seen the sea before, hitched a lift, joined ship in Liverpool in the clothes I stood up in. Got caught in Southampton and sent back. Ran away again to Liverpool and joined an Anglo Greek tramp steamer as a cabin boy, toured the Med shifting cargo's some of which were unofficial 'machinery spares', realised I could end up in jail pdq so jumped ship and joined the Army as a boy soldier at 16 and half. Represented Great Britain in the Army Mountaineering team on an expedition to what was Persia. Caught up with education thanks to the army.
Did the roughy toughy stuff in Malaya, Cyprus and along the Iron curtain popping under, doing reconnaissance and bringing guys back, by then the Army was changing into high mobility operations. Seconded to Rolls Royce diesels on R&D. Finished as battalion chief instructor teaching mechanical principals on all tracked and amphibians and multi fuel engines.
Left the army and went to Northern Ireland, after odd jobs driving a bus, delivering newspapers, truck driving. Hocked everything and bought an old s/hand truck, saw a niche market for bulk tanker movements. Pioneered road tanker design, bulk liquid compressors, powder tankers (still have active patents). Built bulk storage facilities, built all our own materials handling equipment for pumping, filtration and processing. Marriage broke down, company sold and just like a hurricane the ex emptied the bank and took the house and bought a villa in Spain.
I'd been taking our 2 kids to the lakes and messing around in boats to get them away from the 'troubles' and designed a couple of cabin cruisers, had them built and sold them, bought a cheapie ex hire boat to live on while I licked my divorce wounds. Stayed single for 18 yrs
Many long hours to save and buy another truck, started European refrigerated service, built it up to 15 trucks and sold it. An old business acquaintance offered me a job running a hazardous waste company he'd bought doing chemical recovery and processing. He sold the company and I retired at 62 to live on board full time and 'follow my dream' of touring the European canals and the Mediterranean for 'a year or two and write a book'. Met a beautiful French lady and 5 books later were still enjoying it 12 years on and loving it.
Sorry to bore you with such a long story.
I came a broken home on the wrong side of the tracks.
At 6yrs old after a year in Dr Barnardo's home I was taken to grandparents I hardly knew who lived on a smallholding. Grandfather made money during WW2 as a postman sourcing fresh food on the black market for the Lancaster bomber crews on the nearby airfield and bought the smallholding with the profits. Grandfather one of the old generation, taught me the meaning of honour, integrity and hard work. I'd never seen a chicken before but taking care of them soon became my job along with all the other animals. When my grandparents passed away an older brother, a townie, and stranger to me arrived and started giving orders.
I saved my pennies from working on neighbours farms as a tractor driver and applied to go to Australia on a £10 scheme. At 15 yr old I'd never seen the sea before, hitched a lift, joined ship in Liverpool in the clothes I stood up in. Got caught in Southampton and sent back. Ran away again to Liverpool and joined an Anglo Greek tramp steamer as a cabin boy, toured the Med shifting cargo's some of which were unofficial 'machinery spares', realised I could end up in jail pdq so jumped ship and joined the Army as a boy soldier at 16 and half. Represented Great Britain in the Army Mountaineering team on an expedition to what was Persia. Caught up with education thanks to the army.
Did the roughy toughy stuff in Malaya, Cyprus and along the Iron curtain popping under, doing reconnaissance and bringing guys back, by then the Army was changing into high mobility operations. Seconded to Rolls Royce diesels on R&D. Finished as battalion chief instructor teaching mechanical principals on all tracked and amphibians and multi fuel engines.
Left the army and went to Northern Ireland, after odd jobs driving a bus, delivering newspapers, truck driving. Hocked everything and bought an old s/hand truck, saw a niche market for bulk tanker movements. Pioneered road tanker design, bulk liquid compressors, powder tankers (still have active patents). Built bulk storage facilities, built all our own materials handling equipment for pumping, filtration and processing. Marriage broke down, company sold and just like a hurricane the ex emptied the bank and took the house and bought a villa in Spain.
I'd been taking our 2 kids to the lakes and messing around in boats to get them away from the 'troubles' and designed a couple of cabin cruisers, had them built and sold them, bought a cheapie ex hire boat to live on while I licked my divorce wounds. Stayed single for 18 yrs
Many long hours to save and buy another truck, started European refrigerated service, built it up to 15 trucks and sold it. An old business acquaintance offered me a job running a hazardous waste company he'd bought doing chemical recovery and processing. He sold the company and I retired at 62 to live on board full time and 'follow my dream' of touring the European canals and the Mediterranean for 'a year or two and write a book'. Met a beautiful French lady and 5 books later were still enjoying it 12 years on and loving it.
Sorry to bore you with such a long story.