EditsOctober 14, 2008 at 8:02 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments
I am editing a document. I have reams of paper in front of me, a pencil — not a pen (this is somehow very important) — in hand. I am making proofreading marks in the margin. I don’t even know how I know to make these proofreading marks. Did I learn them in journalism school? I don’t think so — somehow, I’ve just always known them. And then I realize why: when we were little, our drawing paper had typing on the “back.” Interspersed with the typewriter font were penciled in ^’s and delete marks and triple underscored lower case letters. (We didn’t realize that most kids had pristine fronts and backs of their drawing paper.) And for the first time in a long time, I wish I could call my dad and tell him about being a lawyer — about drafting transitional agreements, crafting transactional representations (“reps”), editing a disclosure statement — all these words, legal phrases, symbols that were an unconscious part of my childhood. A language in which I’m slowly becoming facile. Though I hope never, ever to be part of a “deal,” I’m being introduced to this world of corporate law — a world that was so much his world — and it makes me feel closer to what I remember as that curly-haired, nicotine-tinged, squinty-eyed man who, at the very least, made sure we were never without drawing paper.