The Bulging Right Pocket

It was one of the worst periods of time in my life.one-dollar bills.
Recently separated, I had just lost custody of my 2We walked onward.
daughters andwas forced to vacate myAs he repeated this gesture along our long route, even
newly-renovated home (with 3 days notice)thatwalking halfa block out of our way to greet and hand
contained the well-equipped recording studio I hadyet another homelessperson a couple of bucks, I
spent 2years building prior to selling my drycleaningnoticed Doug's right pocket was bulgingwith what could
business (in order tobuild a long-desired musiconly be one dollar bills. I didn't ask him about thisritual,
production company).preferring to know that Doug just did this 2-buck thing
Divorce - Canadian style!everyday.
Two years before, I discovered that a *friend*, aFinally, and as if in another world altogether, we
music contact I hadworked with and even spent timeentered thisstunning building and were soon going over
with in Hollywood a decade prior,had stolen a songthe infinite details of ourcase in his impressive office.
that I and my music partner had written andpresentedSuffice it to say although this case was settled
to this budding writer/producer at that time. He hadsomewhatsatisfactorily in the end run, this initial hearing
sincebecome a major player in the music business anddid not go well. Afterthe hearing and while Doug was in
had lifted *somuch* our song, placing it on the album ofchambers with the judge andprinciple lawyers trying to
a multi-million sellingfemale artist.negotiate a fair settlement, the otherparticipants/all on
After much consideration and consultation with athe other side (some came with an
prominent Detroitattorney, we decided to proceed withentourage)gathered into the hallway. I made my way
a lawsuit against this recordproducer. And, as theseto each one of them andoffered my apologies for
matters usually go, we had to retain highprofile legalhaving to have them and their clientsinvolved. They all
representation in California and also sue theaccepted. Even the defendant's high-poweredfather
'innocents',in this case the recording artist, recordwas understanding and exceptionally cordial. We
company and publishingcompany, with the hope (atstartedchatting about sports and he even made some
least mine) that they would bringpressure upon theoff-the-recordremarks about his arrogant offspring.
sole guilty party to get a just settlement.While this conversation was taking place, a loud voice
And of course, I was counter sued for over a millionangrilybounced off the marble walls, "So dad, you
dollars and hadto begin dealing with that ugly business.switching sides now? "
Now, living with friends during this confusing, dark periodMy former musical friend was now in the hall, obviously
of time, acall came from my California attorney. I waswitnessinghis dad and myself acting civilly. I walked
forced to confront theinevitable - a trip to Los Angelesover and with a simplegesture of peace, offered my
for a legal hearing.hand to him. It was readily andviolently slapped away.
I had neither the heart nor the will to follow throughI am what I feel most would say, a peace-loving,
with this.passive humanbeing. But having the physical sting of
Neither did I have the money for the flight and hotel asan assault like this broughtthe instinctual animal out in
all myassets had been frozen by the divorce court atme, to defend, and I began to reactaccordingly . . .
the time.good thing for Dad who rushed to the scene
I recall, as if it were yesterday, how Doug somehowandushered his son back into the courtroom.
sensed myemotional turmoil and just matter-of-factlyDoug soon emerged with the bad news that anything
told me to pick up theairline ticket at the terminal andapproximatinga fair settlement was not going to
then invited me to stay with hisfamily. This is where thehappen this day. Thatdisappointed me,but didn't seem
real story begins.to surprise my esteemed lawyer, as he assured
Immediately after meeting Doug in person for the firstmethat we would need to apply more pressure in due
time at theairport on a Friday afternoon, I felt socourse. Not anice business.
unusually comfortable. Thehearing was on Monday butAfter our *tough day at the office*, Doug was soon
he had no intention of discussing thecase at all on thedigging back intohis right pocket on our way back to
drive to his home. Instead we talked about ourfamilies,the parking lot, even placingcurrency into the hands of
friends, careers and hobbies. His was mountainsome of the same indigents. I then cameto the
climbingand he has since scaled the tallest peaks onconclusion that they weren't all strangers.
the continent!We pulled in to get some gas just around the corner
He told me about how much his wife and daughterfrom theparking lot and were standing at the pumps
were lookingforward to having me stay with them.when a disheveledfellow approached us. This time it
And, that he had planned get-togethers with some ofwas me who engaged him inconversation. He was a
his rather famous friends. See, we had builta ratherVietnam veteran with a severe chip on hisshoulder
unique friendship over the phone during the time buildingand he seemed to be glad just to have someone to
upto this hearing, but I had no idea Doug would belisten.
going all out duringour short visit.As if by magic, penniless me turned to Doug, who, with
I arrived at his beautiful home in the Hollywood Hills toa big smilehad his arm outstretched with 2 dollar bills
the warmhugs of Doug's wonderful wife andjust dangling for me totake.
cuter-than-cute little daughter. Ifyou've ever visitedMy thoughts immediately ran back to several months
someone's home for the very first timebefore when Iencountered a homeless man begging
andimmediately, and truly felt right at home, well, thison the downtown Detroitstreet that led to the tunnel to
was one of thoserare instances. Mi casa es su casa.Canada when I was returning homefrom a meeting
All of us had a great amount of fun getting to knowwith my Michigan attorney. I had a few U.S. dollarsin
one anotherand, as promised, we had most enjoyablemy pocket and handed them to this man, but, with the
Friday and Saturdayevenings with Doug’s crazyfollowing,loudly spoken condition: "this is for food, not
but wonderful friends in theentertainment world. Afterbooze!"
all, I was in my elementBut, this was not the way Doug gave - he gave as
Sunday night was sleepless however. Although I wasGiving shouldalways be — without condition. So,
very confidentin Doug and his abilities (I'd love to beinto the hand of this man wentmy 2 bucks along with
able to tell you who he hasrepresented in the past butmy most sincere wish - "Good Luck!" Hehobbled
the terms of the ultimate settlement inthis actionaway, mumbling to himself.
prohibit me from sharing any details that wouldDoug and I have remained friends over the years. We
identifyany of the parties involved), I was still veryexchangeemail and he sends me a Christmas card
concerned about being incourt with 4 sets ofevery year as well as hisarticles that have been
high-powered attorneys against, well, just meand Doug.published in the top law journals.
Rumor had it that the defendant's father, a veryHis giving though, went well beyond helping those souls
highprofile attorney from a major U.S. city, was alsoon thestreet.
flying in for theshowdown.In the end, and with the final decision left totally to me,
On the drive to downtown LA on Monday morning, wewe made asettlement agreement that would not even
finally begandiscussing the case. Doug had put mycome close tocompensating me and my music partner
mind at as much ease aspossible as we headedfor having created a songthat was a vital part of such
toward the magnificent skyline. If you'veever seen thea successful, worldwide recordingproject, and he, for
skyscrapers of Los Angeles in person or inALL his time, effort and expertise in trying to getjustice
movies,you will surely remember the tall, white, roundedfor me and my music partner. In Doug's
building in thecenter. Doug's office was near the topheart-of-hearts, heknew it would simply end the great
floor.stress that this caserepresented for me at this totally
He didn't park anywhere near it however. He pulled intotumultuous period of time. Andthat was good enough
this pay-per-day lot in a less than fashionablefor him.
neighborhood many blocksaway. Strange. HomelessI've never made mention to Doug of our long walk to
people populated the streets. We startedthe long trekand from theoffice in all this time but I fully suspect he
towards the ivory tower but suddenly Doug stoppedstill leaves home eachday with a pocketful of one
tospeak to an old man with a wind-weathered face,dollar bills, parks far from his office sothat he can bring
crouched againsta building clutching a "mickey" ofa little joy into the lives of the less fortunate, and,takes
cheap “Thunderbird" wine in hisdirty, gnarled hands.on clients that are in the same position as I was a
He simply asked this poor soul how he wasdoing anddecadeago.
if he had anything to eat recently. The replyIn other words Giving - as Giving should always be.
wasincoherent and Doug just smiled and handed him 2