It's OVER!

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Dear Observers of My Legal Odyssey with the Estate of C. A. Tripp:

Norman Shaifer didn't show up in court today, claiming, via his attorney, who did show up, that he was too ill to appear, but that cut no ice with the judge. A few formalities remain, but essentially Norman's real estate, two rather pricey properties, has been--well, not quite confiscated, but made available to the estate of C. A. Tripp to pay various lawyers and ultimately, estate beneficiaries. Norman has to die first, oh it's all so gruesome, and I don't understand it very well. But, there will be some bucks for beneficiaries. The court's judgment: a million dollars (just shy of that), and it's interest-earning. Nobody will get rich except the lawyers. But as a jovial plumber once remarked to me vis-a-vis income-tax returns: "Chinese food and beer." It'll be more than that. Well! Hooray!

How did the court settle on a million bucks? The closer one examines what Norman claims is "estate accounting," the more one realizes that he just wantonly grabbed cash. Like a piglet. Snorting and waddling with grabby greed.

But because Norman first has to die, and then his estate has to be administered, and then, in the wake of that, the real estate transferred to whoever will be administering Tripp's estate at that point, and sold, all of this will probably drag on for quite a while.

Nonetheless, today is a landmark. The hideous and quite clever Norman Shaifer, not an intellectual but an extraordinarily slithery character, a masterful con artist, and a shameless liar; a breathtakingly calculating and cruel man; has, to his incredulity, to his rage, come completely undone. He has officially been rebuked, reviled, shamed, and he'll go to his grave knowing that his heirs, not entirely unlike heirs of C. A. Tripp, have been summarily disinherited.

And, it's a matter of public record.

OK, so now, when do I write up the whole sordid saga? No time soon. I'm almost ready to surprise the world with a really fun and intellectually significant trade-nonfiction book, Rutledge vs. Speed.



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