MEET THE JOHNSONS

MEET THE JOHNSONS

By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. March 2018. The bell on the outside doorknob jangled, startling the attorney out of his reverie. It had been a long day, and there was another client appointment pending. He straightened, stretched and strode to the waiting room. A middle-aged couple stood waiting there. He held out his hand, introducing himself. They reciprocated, “Albert Johnson, but you can call me Bertie.” “Elizabeth Johnson, and please...

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I NEED A LAWYER

I NEED A LAWYER

By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. February 2018. “My brother said we should just download a will off the Internet for our mother, but that made me nervous. I didn’t understand it, and when I asked what things meant, he got mad at me. I don’t think he understood it, either.” I looked at the Will. It left everything to Mom’s three children, whom we will call A, B and C, and provided that if “any” of them died, the estate would be distributed to “their...

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NEW YEAR’S PLANNING

NEW YEAR’S PLANNING

By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. January 2018. With the opening of each year comes a new opportunity to consider your estate plan and make sure it is up-to-date – or to make one if you don’t have on already!  Because we are time-bound mortals, the change of seasons reminds us of changes in our lives and of their fragility. Have you ever drafted documents at all?  If not, you should know that the State’s choices on your behalf are not usually the best...

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JUST ANOTHER ESTATE PLAN

JUST ANOTHER ESTATE PLAN

By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. December 2017. “So first, I need to know a little about you. Married?” “Yes.” The hirsute gentleman nodded his head. “Will your spouse be joining us?” “No,” he said, “this is something I need to get done real soon. I leave for a business trip in a week and want this signed before I leave. Can you do that? I’ve been putting this off for a long time and promised the wife I’d get it done before I go.” “When do you...

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OUR TOWN

OUR TOWN

By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. November 2017. The man plucked at my elbow in the Post Office the other day.  “You’re that guy!” he exclaimed, “that guy who writes for the Messenger.”  Relieved that he had not mistaken me for some old enemy, I nodded and smiled. “Wait a minute, I know you!” said the lady in Wal-Mart a few weeks later.  “You write about wills for the paper.”    Pleased to be thus recognized, I allowed myself to be finagled into...

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