Rachel lived in an apartment about a mile from the mall. I parked my pickup and joined her on the sidewalk where we walked arm in arm to her apartment... She used her key to let us in. As soon as the door swung closed, I grabbed her in my arms and lifted her off her feet, like I was carrying a bride over the threshold. I began kissing her and our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I was kissing her forehead and eyes when she pointed to my right and I headed into a short hallway and then into. "Where would you go to law school?" she asked.You'd think my Mom, high-powered Washington wheeler-dealer, might have gone to Harvard or Yale, right? At least Penn, or Chicago.Actually, she'd gone to law school at the University of Wisconsin.Hey, we've all got to start somewhere. I mean, Wisconsin had a perfectly good law school. It's just that -- now -- a quarter-century later, as the Next Generation, I was expected to progress beyond that level, standing as I did on the shoulders of my. I woke up sometime later, but I wasn't in my hotel room. I looked around and I had all kinds of wires and tubes running into or out of me. I had to be in a hospital somewhere. I looked closely and noticed I was inside some plastic tent thing, but I couldn't see clearly without my glasses or contacts. I finally looked toward the left side and saw my daughter sitting in the chair reading. I croaked out, "Hi, Punkin." It hurt too much to say more, but I think she heard me because she jumped up and. He made his application out, and found that the Assistant Foreman was a guy he had known all his life. He ha been hired, and came back and told Paula that he had the job, and it paid MUCH better than the pool place had. This hob paid almost $15.00 an hour. His brother had told him that the tools he needed were still in the shed out back. He was required to wear steel-toed boots, and a hard hat on the job, so he would have to buy them, but otherwise, he was ready to go to work. Paula had asked.