Young lawyers sometimes ask me why I went to law school. Usually, I give the stock answer for those of us who were born in the baby boom and careened through adolescence during the ’60s: “At the time, I wanted to improve myself and the world.”
In truth, when I decided to go to law school, I did not really know what a lawyer was or did. By process of elimination I had ruled out being an electrical engineer, an Air Force pilot, a college professor and a radio disc jockey and was working on whether to pursue journalism. In college I found refuge as the editor of the daily student newspaper. By chance I found myself after graduation working as a reporter at the Atlanta Constitution.
