Arriving in a cheap hotel at the edge of a cold desolate western town late at night, an experienced railroad defense lawyer found herself checking in next to her adversary, the lawyer for an injured railroad worker.
Such lawyers criss-cross the country, inspecting gruesome accident sites, deposing accident victims, witnesses, doctors, family members, and so on. These lawyers are cogs in a system designed to transform (or, when appropriate, to reject the proposed transformation of) personal injuries into money as fairly and efficiently as possible.
“Where you coming from?” one might say to the other. ”Spokane. Arm-off,” the other might reply. By their professional roles, they are desensitized. A catastrophic event in some person’s life is summed up in this succinct, if insensitive, professional jargon. Continue reading
