At the end of the week I attended the reading of my mother’s Will. The law firm that represented my mother was forty mile from the condo and located in the penthouse of a swank office building in the heart of the city. Her team of lawyers was Harvard grads, first in their class and considered the rule of law as something they could manipulate for economic gain. Consequently, this is where I learned my mother’s true intentions of calling that face to face meeting on the night she died. A lawyer wearing a designer blue silk suit and a Gerry Garcia tie informed me, she had summoned me to the family estate to discuss the rewriting of her Will and moreover that she wanted to tell me personally that she had disowned me. In fact, that night, she
