In my youth, I dropped out of a famous law school in Manhattan after deciding not to waste my life with people who channeled sadistic egoism into a profession. When I came to New Mexico two decades ago, my realtor recommended an influential law from which for obvious reasons will remain nameless. I returned four drafts of their document over five months, shocked at their inability to enter correct names with accurate ID into a piece of boilerplate. Their data entry people were either drunk or high or conceivably dyslexic and they obviously lacked a sober proofreader. They presented me with an outrageous bill for "work so far" at which time I advised them as to the orifice into which they might insert bill and document. My view of the legal profession is thus somewhat jaundiced, and these are merely two such incidents out of a handful. Happily, I stumbled on Mr Bradburn by accident. I have not had these problems with him. He is amiable and articulate (and returns calls) and quite capable of conveying complex information in terms easily understood by a non-specialist, and in Spanish as well as English. I had a colleague who, under severe academic stress, did something quite stupid. I referred him immediately to Mr Bradburn. Because Bradburn knew exactly the legal procedure which police failed to observe, my colleague avoided serious repercussions and at a fee somewhat less than the going rate in Albuquerque. So any and all legal problems I encounter go directly to him. I think his relaxed attitude is best summed up by his refusal to employ the pompous title Esquire since we have no native caste of nobility in this country nor does he as lord preside over a manor house. Since my family expect to enter into an important real estate deal this year, we clear plans with him. At the same time, he is advising me on a complete revision of a 25-year-old will and revocable trust as well as on advanced directives for the hospital in case of serious illness. As a bit of social lagniappe, I find him to be unusually well-read for someone outside my field and we almost always wind up a conference with a bit of literate chat.

In my youth, I dropped out of a famous law school in Manhattan after deciding not to waste my life with people who channeled sadistic egoism into a profession. When I came to New Mexico two decades ago, my realtor recommended an influential law from which for obvious reasons will remain nameless. I returned four drafts of their document over five months, shocked at their inability to enter correct names with accurate ID into a piece of boilerplate. Their data entry people were either drunk or high or conceivably dyslexic and they obviously lacked a sober proofreader. They presented me with an outrageous bill for "work so far" at which time I advised them as to the orifice into which they might insert bill and document. My view of the legal profession is thus somewhat jaundiced, and these are merely two such incidents out of a handful. Happily, I stumbled on Mr Bradburn by accident. I have not had these problems with him. He is amiable and articulate (and returns calls) and quite capable of conveying complex information in terms easily understood by a non-specialist, and in Spanish as well as English. I had a colleague who, under severe academic stress, did something quite stupid. I referred him immediately to Mr Bradburn. Because Bradburn knew exactly the legal procedure which police failed to observe, my colleague avoided serious repercussions and at a fee somewhat less than the going rate in Albuquerque. So any and all legal problems I encounter go directly to him. I think his relaxed attitude is best summed up by his refusal to employ the pompous title Esquire since we have no native caste of nobility in this country nor does he as lord preside over a manor house. Since my family expect to enter into an important real estate deal this year, we clear plans with him. At the same time, he is advising me on a complete revision of a 25-year-old will and revocable trust as well as on advanced directives for the hospital in case of serious illness. As a bit of social lagniappe, I find him to be unusually well-read for someone outside my field and we almost always wind up a conference with a bit of literate chat.

In my youth, I dropped out of a famous law school in Manhattan after deciding not to waste my life with people who channeled sadistic egoism into a profession. When I came to New Mexico two decades ago, my realtor recommended an influential law from which for obvious reasons will remain nameless. I returned four drafts of their document over five months, shocked at their inability to enter correct names with accurate ID into a piece of boilerplate. Their data entry people were either drunk or high or conceivably dyslexic and they obviously lacked a sober proofreader. They presented me with an outrageous bill for "work so far" at which time I advised them as to the orifice into which they might insert bill and document. My view of the legal profession is thus somewhat jaundiced, and these are merely two such incidents out of a handful. Happily, I stumbled on Mr Bradburn by accident. I have not had these problems with him. He is amiable and articulate (and returns calls) and quite capable of conveying complex information in terms easily understood by a non-specialist, and in Spanish as well as English. I had a colleague who, under severe academic stress, did something quite stupid. I referred him immediately to Mr Bradburn. Because Bradburn knew exactly the legal procedure which police failed to observe, my colleague avoided serious repercussions and at a fee somewhat less than the going rate in Albuquerque. So any and all legal problems I encounter go directly to him. I think his relaxed attitude is best summed up by his refusal to employ the pompous title Esquire since we have no native caste of nobility in this country nor does he as lord preside over a manor house. Since my family expect to enter into an important real estate deal this year, we clear plans with him. At the same time, he is advising me on a complete revision of a 25-year-old will and revocable trust as well as on advanced directives for the hospital in case of serious illness. As a bit of social lagniappe, I find him to be unusually well-read for someone outside my field and we almost always wind up a conference with a bit of literate chat.