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Two holidays fell in the last couple of weeks — Love your Lawyer day and Veteran’s Day. My office didn’t get mail on either of them. The second was by mandate of the federal government and the first was by its planned incompetence. Not getting mail wasn’t even the most annoying thing that happened to my firm last month though.

While I had great law practice mentors, my hunting skills are largely self-taught and my teacher is lousy. I learn new things regularly in both.

After showing proof of my COVID vaccination and donning a mask, I was finally able to go to another meeting of Old Guys Litigation Gang — the OGLG. The name isn’t catchy, but it is easier to get past accountants and spouses than “Cigar and Booze Tuesday” was.

It isn’t often that I get letters from readers of this space asking for advice. Strike that, it isn’t often that I get letters at all, at least not on time.

You are holding in your hands (or reading on your screen) the inaugural offering of “With All Due Respect,” my “new and improved” musings. Not really new and sadly, not all that improved.

At the risk of a spoiler without a spoiler alert, the Under Analysis that you have grown to know and tolerate is changing.

After one of my early jury trials, a juror came up to talk to me. I know this was a long time ago because I have less than zero desire to talk to a juror after a trial now.

I have been a lawyer for a long time, but there are still some laws of which I have never heard.

It often has been said that law school teaches us very little of what it means to be a practicing lawyer. At least, I often have said it.

Gentle reader: I do not often use this space to brag, so I hope you will indulge me. I don’t think I am an extraordinary man — I put my tights on one leg at a time before my cape, just like my peers. But on a recent Sunday, The New York Times made me think differently about myself.

As the holiday season screeches into 2020, lots of folks are wondering what to do — and for some, for what they should be thankful. Not me. I know.