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Some law firms are gearing up for extravagant parties, that seem too much for some, not enough for others, who have difficulties avoiding foreclosures. Scott Rosenblum will throw his firm’s traditional hip-hop party on Dec. 17 at the Lumen Space on Locust Street.  The Onder law firm will host a party on Dec.16 at its Taj Mahal-like offices.  Jim Holloran will hold his shop’s bash at his own McGurk’s on Dec. 20.  In another part of town – at the Sheldon – The Beacon online newspaper will celebrate the holidays on New Year’s Day with a performance of HMS Pinafore, which will be narrated by Richard “Bel” Gaddes.  Another perk for the guests will be to meet the website’s new fundraiser, Peter Franzen, formerly with the Black Rep, and general manager Nicole Hudson Hollway.


Barrister Steve Evans, with colleague Shelby Cowley, described his first client upon moving to offices on south Kingshighway Boulevard.  “He is a retiree and was homeless and I agreed to represent him in a lawsuit against Metro, which he alleged injuries as a result of being hit by a bus,” began Evans. “He won the case and now helps out in our offices with chores including taking out the garbage.  You don’t get that in Clayton!”  This year, the Gridiron Hall of Shame honored retired judge Joe Simione, gridiron writer and director, and former asst. Circuit Attorney Curtis Crawford, who once performed in the show. Of the many skits in the show, a standout were some of the lyrics to Paul Simon’s “Loves Me Like A Rock”:

“Oh, I love my country/My country, but the choices that they got they bug me/’Cuz it’s Palin or Barack/It’s the hard place and the rock/oh baby.” Faces in the crowd included those of Judge Maggie Neill, Ray and county family court commish Kris Kerr, Judge Mike Calvin with his wife, Vanessa, Spencer Fane with Dr. Angela Brown, Judge Donald McCullin, Patti and Steve Ringkamp and attorney Jim Holloran, sans his wife, Madison County Chief Judge Ann Callis.  “She’s with friends in Spain and I could never cheat on the chief,” chuckled Holloran.


Aren’t we fortunate to have the exquisite taste to be St. Louisans?  We are among the favored few in a world going mad  We allow the country to intrude on our paradise.  The columnist has heard compliments about our town from among the 5,500 secondary and post-secondary college admission counseling professionals, who are currently filling 10 downtown hotels.  More than a few Norman Rockwell families are being introduced to our world-renowned St. Louis Symphony Orch of which Adam Crane hailed as having racked up revenue of $8.1 million for the fiscal year – more than $1 million over the previous year.  The educators are probably aware that:  the first kindergarten was established here; St. Louis University is the oldest college/university west of the Mississippi River.  If they knock off a pork steak, gooey butter cake, Dr. Pepper or – heaven forbid – a martini, they should know they were all St. Louis firsts.  It was an exorcism here that led to a best-selling book and hit movie.  Entrepreneurs?  From Build-A-Bear Workshops to wheel-out cameras, with generators, that work for 30 days documenting car break-ins on construction and shopping center sites and transmit the crimes to the security office.  Such is the case with Mike Hackett’s “HackettWatch.”  The former restaurateur is filling orders by day and night under the eagle-eyes of his dad, retired St. Louis chief of detectives James J. Hackett.  Jim, by the way, was feted on his 79th natal day at MAC-west by his entourage of long-time pals: Tony Karakas; Stan Musial; Ed Thornton; Tom and Bill Suntrup; Cindy Crider; Dave Dolan and barrister Jim Holloran, who gifted Hackett with a police special and a pair of handcuffs, that drew guffaws. Holloran quipped, “They won’t give me the bullets.” The handcuffs might’ve reminded Hackett of his days on the beat.  It seems the cops were on the prowl for a felon, whose two fingers were missing. One day, Hackett popped into Gus Torregrossa‘s barber shop.  He noticed upon entering, that Gus quickly shielded a guy in the chair with a barber’s gown.  The customer’s hand was visible – sans two fingers.  Both the barber and the client were hauled into jail.  If they watch enough television in their hotel rooms, the conventioneers will see faces of candidates almost every hour on the hour – deft performers they’re not.  But, there’s always high-end shopping in the chic stores at Plaza Frontenac, with the type of apparel described by the late style icon Sir Cecil Beaton: “Never in the history of fashion has too little material been raised so high to reveal so much that needs to be covered.”  So here’s a toast to Kitty Ratcliffe of the St. Louis Convention & Visitors Commish and a wish for many more tourists upon rest our hopes and half-aspirations to discover that it’s better to be poor in St. Louis than rich in New York.

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