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In today's news is a post about a student hitting another student with a chair in a class room .  What is interesting is that earlier today, I had a couple come into the library.  Seems they have a kid in elementary school who came home most every day with bruises.  Of course, school "administrators" kept saying nothing was wrong and that their kid was just accident prone. Seems that argument fell out the window when, two days prior, they got a call from the school that their kid was being taken to the hospital.  They learned, at the hospital, that all those bruises had been caused by a kid who had taken to beating their kid because it was "fun."  Their kid was now in the hospital with a concussion, among other things. Parents are frothing at the mouth and are seeking vengeance against school district.  Who can blame them?  I know I'd be pissed seven ways from Sunday if anyone took to beating on my kid.  And what about the school "administrators

Do you know what a tool belt is used for?  It's to hold tools.  Tools like a hammer or measuring tape or a level.  You use tools to accomplish things - like saving time.  When you use a measuring tape to hammer a nail, you aren't saving time.  When you use a level to measure distance, you aren't saving time.  When you try to do your own research instead of using a Librarian who does this stuff every day, you're not saving time and you're just going to get frustrated. Wait, what?  See a while back, I got in to an argument with a buddy of mine.  He a real estate broker and he's really good at all things real estate.  He's spouting how worthless Librarians are and how he's the bees knees when it comes to all things research.  Sad, that he hasn't got anything better to do with his time than to try to do his job AND my job at the same time.   You know, I don't know beans about real estate.  When I bought my house, I didn't try to get it don

It's amazing the things people do to mess up their lives. Take, for instance, the young lady who came into my law library the other day.  Seems lady had a husband, beautiful children, and lived in a house.  In summer, they went on vacation back east, in winter they vacationed in Aspen.  It was a great life. Was . One day, lady met a guy at work.  Guy wasn't anything great except that Guy was new.  Lady wanted new.  Apparently, she wanted it so much that, after work one day, she told her husband that she was moving in with Guy and would be back to pick up her 3-year old son. Husband was not happy and he filed for divorce the next day. After lady had been served, she flipped out and attacked husband.  Husband called the police, police arrested lady and charges her with domestic violence under California Penal Code 243  and Husband got a restraining order against lady.  The next night, lady came back and was arrested for violating the restraining order .  Lady is now stand

A few year back, I was an avid Facebook user.  That's "user" as in a hard-core junkie.  It was a visceral need to log on and check out the world.  OH COME ON, don't roll your eyes at me.  You (or most of you) do/did it, too.  You'd log on, post stuff that your closest friends don't care about hoping that someone in the world will listen, like, and respond. Thing is, the only reason I was even on Facebook was because it allowed me to upload my blog posts every week.  Then, one day, I got an error message and Facebook began blocking my posts resulting in my turning off my Facebook account.  Cold turkey, I did.   For the first couple of weeks, I went through withdrawals.  Then came the emails from friends asking me where I went.  My sister even called to make sure I wasn't sick or dead (true story).  The funny thing is that Facebook had become a drug (more like a time suck) and initially it was hard to stay away.  I mean, what do I do with all my

Once upon a time, long before I became an omnipotent law Librarian, I was a process server.  I dodged bullets, cars, and swinging fists of fury and I learned pretty quick that people really don't like process servers .  They don't like them because most process servers are handing out bad news (i.e. you're being sued).   One time I had to server process on a police officer whose wife was divorcing him.  He hid behind his badge for weeks.  Finally, I was able to catch up to him and as I handed him the legal documents, he opened his car door to let his service dog out to attack me.  Luckily for me, his 3 year-old boy also jumped out of the car and he had to hold on to the dog as he watched me run away. So, what is a process server ?  According to B lack's Law Dictionary (10th Edition), a PROCESS SERVER is: A person authorized by law or by a court to formally deliver process to a defendant or respondent. In layman's terms, a PROCESS SERVER is the person wh