When I was very young, my father was a truck driver. He left one day, headed for Baltimore. I never saw him again. He wasn’t in a fatal accident. He had left his family. After many years, my mother divorced him, and she had to do it by placing ads in newspapers. I got a speeding ticket as I was driving through Baltimore. I was on my way home from a vacation. I decided to fight the speeding ticket. I contacted an attorney directory to find an attorney in Baltimore. I found my dad through a Baltimore, MD attorney directory. They gave me a few names, and one sounded awfully familiar. My dad had started a new life when he went to Baltimore. He went to college and law school. I just paid the ticket, but I also paid a visit to that attorney.