Issue 16 - January 30th, 2018

A lawyer died and went to the Pearly Gates to speak with Saint Peter. Asked how old he was, he replies, "I'm only 45." Saint Peter, perplexed, says, "But it says here in the records you are 94."

The lawyer, confident in his response, answers "Oh, you must be looking at my billing records."

I started writing this article three weeks ago. Why has it taken me so long to get it done? I could blame it on the mystery $559 million Powerball winner here in my adopted state. Or complain about this winter's constant freezing temperatures and the challenges of selling lottery when it's so cold folks won't go outside. But like most of you, it's because of the constant juggling act of running a multi-million dollar agency, being the parent of busy kids, and always being "on" for the good people under the dome. I like to remind my staff that when I'm at the state house, half the legislators are upset at me for selling too many lottery tickets, and the other half are upset for not selling enough.

So suddenly here we are, about to flip that first page over on the 2018 calendar and send our financial support to state treasury. I'll make half the legislators happy for another month, and if I play my cards right, I'll go home tonight feeling 45 and not 94.

Charles McIntyre
NASPL President