Amy F. Goodusky, a former paralegal, rock 'n' roll singer and horseback riding instructor, is of counsel at O'Brien, Tanski & Young in Hartford.
Monday, December 20, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
As you all know, I loathe poetry. However, in the interests of amusing my seven and a half regular readers, I am turning to some vexatious verse in the interests of avoiding the realization that I am still blah hours short of my billable goal. Alas, this endeavor will not get me any closer.
Monday, December 13, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
Over the life of my law practice, I have discovered some simple provisos which have proven helpful in coping with the vagaries of civil litigation. I have reproduced them here, for your reading pleasure, or rueful acknowledgment of their uncomfortable accuracy, as the case may be.
Monday, November 22, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
Witnesses, as we all know, are unreliable. Despite the brave and concerted efforts of counsel, emphasizing the fine points of distinguishing an interrogative question from one which calls for a "yes," a "no," or an assertion that one had a temporary degenerative white matter neuron disease at the time and therefore cannot recall the matter at issue until such time as a trial is convened, and the witness's memory returns flawlessly, deponents will say anything, and at the worst possible moment.
Monday, November 15, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
For this column, I owe a debt of gratitude to the sublimely violent and entertaining novels of Lee Child. Here is an homage, from my forthcoming opus, "Deposed."
Monday, November 1, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
As I was eating my 12th mini-Baby Ruth of the day, and thinking about such scintillating subjects as the Connecticut Unfair Trade Practices Act, I got an e-mail from a friend, wanting to know what a particular slang expression meant. I was not equipped with my Super-Friends Impecunia the Intellectual thinking cap, and therefore had to ask for help.
Monday, October 18, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
It is a good thing that attorneys' work product is confidential. I had this Gestalt while cleaning my office, under the watchful eyes of Bert, my secretary. Bert is usually friendly and helpful, offering potato chips, salad croutons and French fries as motivational tools. This was a more desperate situation than usual. My office had deteriorated into a state of unprecedented chaos while preparing for a trial.
Monday, September 20, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
Recently, I was invited to a party. Despite my desperate social handicaps, described in detail in this column, the situation seemed safe. The celebrants were the 6-year-old twin children of a friend. In addition to the standard inducements of cake and ice cream, I was advised that Starbuck the Wonder Pony would be in attendance, giving rides.
Monday, September 13, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
Recently, a flight attendant became nationally notorious for abandoning both his aircraft and his source of income publicly, in such a way as to become the envy of many of his disgruntled fellows. His dramatic departure got me thinking about how I would handle a sudden determination to part ways with my job.