04/28/2026
My father opened a law office in Bed-Stuy in the late 1960s.
Not a marketing firm. Not a “boutique.” A neighborhood practice for people who couldn’t afford to be wrong about who they hired.
I’ve had 28 years to forget that lesson. I haven’t.
When you call a per diem service and a stranger answers, that’s not the business he taught me. When you hire local counsel and never speak to the actual lawyer, that’s not it either.
Some things you don’t update.