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, August 30, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
I ride. My readers may have deduced this from the many references to an odoriferous, organic by-product of equestrian affinity which have appeared in this column. Nevertheless, riding expertise is about the least of what I have gained from a lifetime of working with large animals. (I do not refer to other lawyers).
Monday, July 26, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
Back in the day when giant mastodons roamed the courtrooms, I applied for admission to the Connecticut bar. This involved completing a simple questionnaire, with approximately 4,796 pointed enquiries, not including subparts. The Examining Committee wished to know everything about me, such as whether I had ever served detention in elementary school.
Monday, June 28, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
You never know what you're going to get at the short calendar. Certainly, it depends on the jurisdiction, but things are seldom more predictable in Hartford than they are in New Britain or Stamford. A recent Monday was a case in point. I appeared on behalf of a colleague, who was otherwise engaged. This appears to be a pattern, but I digress. It was raining.
Monday, June 21, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
I was invited to a reception recently. This was a rare occurrence, as I suffer from a malady known as sociabilitus incompetus, which renders me unable to deal with people in groups holding cocktails and talking about nothing. This hearkens back to my days as a student at a local preparatory school, which shall remain unnamed, as its deficiencies should not be explored outside the confines of a therapy group, but I digress.
Monday, June 7, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
Recently, I attended two pre-trial conferences in geographically separate courts. I love pre-trials. They offer an opportunity for opponents to sling inadmissible mud at each other in the presence of the court with impunity. The events are always noteworthy, as they take place out of earshot of a stenographer, and are therefore juicier than the usual arid proceedings.
Monday, May 17, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
The opinion of the Connecticut Appellate Court in Dow-Westbrook v. Candlewood Equine Practice LLC landed on my desk after being launched by a member of my firm, describing a gymnastic parabola, and falling on the floor, as the disappearing partner muttered, "I think you could get a column out of this."
Monday, May 10, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
Recently, an acquaintance presented me with a small book. It was devoted to meditation. Perhaps the individual in question did not know me well, or knew me altogether too well. In particular, the donor either recognized or failed to recognize that I am entirely too twitchy to lie down, say "om" and allow my mind to empty itself until it is on a par with the brainpan of Paris Hilton.
Monday, April 19, 2010 | by Amy Goodusky | The Connecticut Law Tribune
Previously, I have devoted a column or two to the startling realization that everyone and his mother-in-law's camel is contemplating, has filed or would love to file, a civil action against someone else. I have been waylaid in the grocery store, in line at the funeral home, and in the barn aisle, forced by politeness to endure the story of the wronged individual, his umbrage and his desire to (a) get even, or (b) receive a lavish monetary award conferred by a jury of his peers.