Our life at the time wasn't bad we were able to save money.
My association with Michael Pizziferri began to grow and he needed me. So he told another attorney who wanted to form a firm, but did not want me. The attorney told me, he said you're lucky to be needed. The reason I wasn't wanted was that a firm would have to be brought on the field. It would be 3 ways and that would cut the take. We stayed together. I did the research and petitions etc. as well as try cases and did the search for briefs that had to be filed, etc.
At one session in a chamber meeting with opposing counsel and the judge on a case we had that he was presiding.
He asked Mike a question and he was starting to go off the course. I interceded and corrected Mike. The judge said, "Now I know how you two guys work. You make the bomb and he explodes it." Of course we denied that.
Mike's interest was the criminal law. He didn't care too much for the civil side. But there was a lot of it. The check and bonuses when we struck it rich was very helpful.
We also developed a Supreme Court case that was appealed by us.
[ed: I thought there was a picture of Dad with Mike, but I couldn't find it. Instead a view of Boston where their office was located at 68 Devonshire St. in the Financial District. The office was in walking distance of the court house, the State St. T station (subway), and the shopping district. Now known as Downtown Crossing. All very convenient especially for me. As a teen when I went in town shopping with my girlfriend and needed a few extra bucks, we'd' go to my Dad's office. He didn't like me hanging around the office as some of his clients weren't polite company for young women. So Dad would slip me some cash to get rid of me.
And that's all he wrote. We've come to the last page of the last notebook. I thank all of you who have followed Dad's saga for reading and commenting. He would have been thrilled to have an attentive audience.
I'm not sure how I will fill this space, but stay tuned.]
And that's all he wrote. We've come to the last page of the last notebook. I thank all of you who have followed Dad's saga for reading and commenting. He would have been thrilled to have an attentive audience.
I'm not sure how I will fill this space, but stay tuned.]
Good story. Great idea on how to get money from your Dad. I was only in Boston once back in 1963, but can't really remember much about it except walking the Freedom Trail. Valerie
ReplyDeleteYou hit all the high points of the city at the time.
DeleteI went to school with a Pizziferri. I wonder if they were related somehow. But maybe it is a more common name than i think. Not so hot today but your favorite weather is coming soon. Sounds like it is going to be a scorcher. Happy Thursday. Hugs-Erika
ReplyDeleteWe tend to think our surnames are unique and through searching genealogy find our names are the Smith or Jones of our ethnicity. Mike's family was from Brighton.
DeleteOh no! Not the end! I'm going to miss your dad's stories! Thanks for sharing, I've enjoyed every 'episode'! :D
ReplyDeleteI’ll miss the storie,too. It was like having a cup of tea with Dad
DeleteYou sly thing:) I love the way your mind worked. Heh.
ReplyDeleteJust a day in the life of a Little Princess 👸🏻
DeleteDang! I started following you after your father's stories posts.
ReplyDeleteI'll scan back. Having those journals is a treasure.
I’m so happy he tried to write some things down
DeleteOh, I can't believe that's the last entry. I was enjoying reading these every Thursday. I liked your editors note about stopping by his office to get money for shopping. Very clever! :-)
ReplyDeleteDad always said I knew how to wrap him around my little finger 👸🏻😄
Deletewell now this is rather sad; maybe dad has another notebook you're unaware of, unlikely, but maybe !! have enjoyed all his stories so thanx for sharing CJ !! ♥♥☺☺
ReplyDeleteThere were lots of loose pages with his writing scattered all over his office. He had ransacked the room and was convinced he had been burgled. Financial issues forced the house to be sold quickly when Ma and Dad were in the nursing home so lots of thing had to be pitched. Looking back, those loose papers were probably continuations of the Notebooks.
DeleteWhat a great way to wrap up these wonderful tales by your father. I've really enjoyed these stories for the past several years I've "known" you. Seems like you have ALWAYS been the little princess!
ReplyDeleteThe Little Princess from Day 1 :-D
DeleteThat's it??? I really enjoyed all these posts CJ! What a treat to read some of your family's history! You were a smart cookie, on how to get some extra cash! LOL!
ReplyDeleteNot smart. Just a spoiled, Little Princess that could wrap Daddy around her little finger. :-D
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