One of the
the bigger-than-life lawyers of south King County, WA, was George Fiori, Jr. He
was a large man, always stylishly dressed, with a booming voice but a notoriously bad temper. Story had
it that when he came to work in a bad mood, he would walk down the hall firing
every employee in sight, but they learned to ignore him. He was also said to be
quite the ladies’ man.
Unfortunately,
he suffered a devastating stroke that left him using a wheel chair and
dependent upon hired caregivers to keep him fed, clothed and clean, although
his mind seemed sharp. His daughter Loretta had worked for me, so when her Dad
was sued by a caregiver for sex harassment, she brought him to me.
The lawsuit
was a chippy thing that we disposed of quickly, but one of the allegations was
that he had called his nurse “Sweetheart.”
“Well, did
you?” I asked him.
“How should
I know, dear, I’m brain-damaged!” he answered, and laughed heartily.
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