Tedium Turns the Tables

Drafts wills by day, writes screenplay by night

March 2021

I have a helluva headache.

This afternoon, I got brain-beaten and blindsided. I visited a highly recommended lawyer, whose specialty is disability trusts. I’d been advised that, given my daughter’s financial dependence, I should protect her inheritance from seizure: the state is entitled to recoup the substantial medical costs they’ve accrued in my behalf these past 15 years. (If my daughter were able to support herself, I would not feel right about stiffing the state.)

During the tortuous — and torturous — inundation, I was — and remain — overwhelmed by the ramifications of the sundry permutations of trusts, as to which: ‘nuff said.

After the 45-minute deluge of legalese, the lawyer, Maureen Lane, mercifully wrapped up the onslaught with small talk. She asked what I did for work. After reciting the backstory blurb as to my foreshortened career — consequential to involuntary early-early retirement — I segued to the delights of playtime here in “StoryLand.”

Mauren said she was writing a screenplay, which she plans to pitch to Netflix. She’s hoping to thereby recoup the million-plus dollars that had been stolen by her long-time trusted paralegal. I urged her to subscribe to Medium and run it by us.

It would be pointless at present for me to rack my wracked brain for title suggestions. Perhaps, in a day or ten, it will be up for the task. Meanwhile, if you can conjure something clever, I’ll pass it on.