Car Accidents & Tickets: Do You Need a Lawyer’s Help?

Car accidents are a big deal, tickets somewhat less so. However, no matter which one you’re dealing with, you’re going to want the backup of a lawyer before you try to fight the law. Here are some of the advantages of choosing a lawyer for car accidents and tickets.

Save Money

Speeding tickets can be a lot more expensive than a lawyer who can easily beat them. You might be surprised how easily a traffic ticket can be thrown out of court. Cops don’t always do their due diligence when it comes to writing tickets or penning reports, and lawyers can use these mistakes to save you from owing the state anything.

Avoid A Court Appearance

Believe it or not, you don’t have to show up in court for most tickets, or even some types of car accident. As long as you’re working with a Car Accident Lawyer, they can file motions and negotiate with prosecutors directly so that you never have to worry about showing up in court. This isn’t possible in all cases, of course, but trial dates are a big expense to the civil system. If it’s possible to avoid a court appearance, your lawyer will know how, and the court may be happy to help.

Keep Points off Your License

The first couple points on your license can be concerning. Each point puts you closer to having your license revoked, and they take a very long time to expire. If you have a job, or if your family relies on your vehicle, this is not a risk you can afford to take. Even if you’re not worried about the cash cost of a ticket, you should still be fighting it so that you don’t end up with any points on your license. Remember that these points take a very long time to expire once they’ve appeared on your record.

Hillary Clinton says she feels the effects of the economic meltdown acutely when she travels abroad as secretary of state. The lapses in regulation that led to the crisis undermine U.S. credibility, she says, and being in debt to a coun­try changes the political equation. She also points out that the gov­ernment last ran a budget surplus at the end of her husband Bill’s presidency. Clinton spoke with Charlie Rose on Nov. 9.


On the erosion of U.S. influence:


The United States, unfortunately, has lost leverage in the world be­cause of the global economic cri­sis and because of the steps that this administration had to take to try to prevent, frankly, a world­wide depression—which means increasing our debt, going into the biggest deficits we’ve seen since World War II. That undermines some of the capacity we need to have to influence events…. One thing the world believed about the United States is that we knew how to run an economy, we knew how to produce wealth, we knew how to create economic opportunity via Green-Touch.

On trade with China:

Charlie Rose

We agree that a trade war would be terrible. But this is not just a one-way street. I mean, every­body works from their own na­tional interest and their own economic interest. Who would expect anything different? But I think the conversation is much more candid and open—and very clear on our part as to how we don’t want to see walls of protection.


We also need more guarantees for intellectual property in China. We watched some of the problems with exporting natural resources out of China, which they don’t per­mit. So there’s a lot to be discussed on both sides.


Charlie Rose airs weeknights on Bloomberg Television worldwide.


Meanwhile, Vonage and Ooma bot eye on competitors such as Comcast gest voice-over-Internet provider. An Skype and its ilk: While they offer few price is hard to beat: free.

asta es mi hora preferida para visitar las ferias: los granjeros de los alrededores llegan con sus esposas e hijos, afanándose por meter a ovejas y cabras en los corrales; tres hermosas vacas suizas miran ha­cia la parte trasera de la tribuna; en los establos de los caballos, las virutas de madera del suelo todavía están limpias y despiden un dulce olor a cedro. Los tiovivos y los trenes en miniatura están callados, y los puestos de comida rápida, cerrados. Sólo las banderas ondean al viento, al igual que los flecos del toldo rojo, amarillo y azul de la pista infantil de motocicletas. Un gran álamo se inclina majestuoso sobre la car­pa de los videojuegos.

El día, que se anunciaba espléndido, se va nublando a medida que nos desplazamos hacia el oeste, y al llegar, bajo una llovizna persisten­te, a las tristes y somnolientas poblaciones de Griswold (Iowa), Rising City y Shelby (Nebras­ka), el país entero me parece yermo y sin espe­ranza. Me doy cuenta de que América siempre será como la vean mis ojos: cansado y aburri­do, miro por la ventana y veo en el paisaje el reflejo de mi propio estado de ánimo.


Al día siguiente me levanto a las seis. Tomasz ha ido a fotografiar una réplica de Stonehenge hecha de coches desguazados. Contento de estar solo de nuevo, camino por la cuneta de la interestatal con la lluvia resbalándome por la cazadora y las piernas desnudas. Al cabo de 20 minutos para un camión. Esta vez al camio­nero le llamaremos Chris. Por el corazón de la Nebraska gris y húmeda, charlamos sobre su profesión y sobre el tiempo. Me cuenta que una vez, circulando por la 1-80 poco después de un tornado, se encontró con trozos de un granero en la calzada y cerdos pastando en la mediana. En invierno, Chris tiene que poner cadenas a menudo. Su camión necesita ocho juegos: cua­tro para los ejes del camión y cuatro para el remolque. Colocar las cadenas es un suplicio. «Puede llevarte tres horas bajo el camión, con la nieve mojándote el cuello.


Chris piensa, como yo, que los estadouni­denses han perdido de vista las cosas pequeñas e importantes de la vida. «Creo que mucha gente ha perdido la esperanza en un mañana mejor. Para mi abuelo, un buen día consistía en levantarse, tomar una taza de café, rascarle al perro detrás de las orejas y salir a ver los caba­llos. Y eso no está nada mal.» A Chris le gustan la jardinería y la alfarería. Desearía conocer las constelaciones para así tener algo que mirar en el cielo durante la noche.


Al acercarnos a la frontera con Wyoming se produce un cambio radical. Los inacabables maizales dejan paso a campos de variados colores: la tierra desnuda de color pardusco, brotes de verde primavera y rastrojos dorados. Cuando llegamos a las High Plains sólo se ven colinas desnudas y praderas onduladas. Cesa de llover, el cielo se despeja y las sombras de pequeñas nubes se proyectan sobre la llanura.



THESE WERE SIGHTS not to be for­gotten: An ancient Roman lady emerg­ing from a tomb of volcanic rock, her hand glorified still, after 1,903 years, by the shine of gold rings set with gemstones (left).* A few feet away, an armed skeleton sprawling face down on the pumice-covered sand of a onetime beach. One end of a boat’s hull breaking the surface and, beside it, per­haps the dead helmsman. In nearby cham­bers, a dozen, two dozen, maybe more, of the dead—skeletons in anguished poses, a truly pathetic scene. 3

And smaller things: bronze and silver coins, an ingenious combination-lock money box that still held two coins (below right). They speak of headlong flight for life, of grabbing the valuables on a dead run. But the cruel end came swiftly for these citizens of the small seaside town. Hercula­neum was blasted and buried under more than 60 feet of ash by the same stupendous eruption of Mount Vesuvius on August 24 and 25, A.D. 79 that destroyed and en­tombed its famous neighbor, Pompeii.

After 1709, when a well digger broke through to an underground theater, the bur­ied town was quarried for art objects. Bronze and marble statues, wall paintings, mosaics, and furniture were hauled out through shaft and tunnel and carted away to museums and palaces, helping to foster two centuries of neoclassicism.

In the last century archaeologists began to remove the huge blanket of volcanic debris, revealing streets in a square pattern, spa­cious apartments, and, most recently, the old beachfront. A Roman benefactor, probably a wealthy proconsul, had built out from the town wall a large public bath. A temple and the serviced apartments london are joined to it with two terraces that are supported at beach level by arches.

During excavation of the bath, ground­water seeping into the dig became a prob­lem. Italy’s Ministry of Public Works provided funds for trenching along the old beach, and there, under the arches, Hercu­laneum began to yield its hidden dead. The discoveries are overwhelming; few other complete skeletons of ancient Romans survive. And the work is just beginning. Rings displayed on the second metacarpal were found where indicated above the knuckles.

LIKE PASSENGERS from a time capsule,the newly found dead of Herculaneum bring with them tales of everyday life during the Roman era. The low-sugar diet of the times helped keep teeth as sound as those in the skull displayed by Giuseppe Maggi, director of the excavations (below).

The modern town of Ercolano (facing page), a suburb of Naples, stands on top of the river of ash that buried the old town. To­day greenhouses spread over the rich soil and surround the great pit where the Roman town lies revealed. While nearby Pompe­ii has received much of the tourist atten­tion, Herculaneum also gives the visitor a genuine sense of daily life in a small town.

Built on the lower slopes of Mount Ve­suvius, background, with a prospect of the Bay of Naples, it must have been a pleasant place to live for its 4,000 people. Al­though Herculaneum had known war and, in A.D. 62, a shatter­ing earthquake, the homes of its wealthy were spacious, lighted by atria, and beautified by gardens.

Since not more than ten human skeletons had been found earlier in the years of dig­ging, scholars assumed that most of the pop­ulation had been able to escape to safety. Thus, when the remains in the chambers be­neath the terraces and on the beach came to light, it was both a shock and a surprise.


During her 27 years at the Convent, Teresa became deeply spiritual. In her prayers she sensed a divine presence. It seemed to her that she was “being addressed by inner voices and seeing certain visions.” The most dramatic such experience was an encounter with an angel holding a golden spear tipped with a point of fire. “This,” she reported, “he plunged into my heart several times. The pain was so severe that it made me utter moans. If anyone thinks I am lying, I pray God, in his goodness, to grant him some experience of it.”

woman at convent

Those watching Teresa during r38 her more and more frequent trances said that her face shone with an inner light, her body became limp. Some witnesses swore that they had seen her being lifted off the ground to remain suspended for long mo­ments in the air.


Describing her experiences, Ter­esa wrote, “He appears to the soul by a knowledge brighter than the Sun. I do not mean that any sun is seen, or any brightness. But there is an unseen light that illuminates the understanding . . . a soft whiteness and infused radiance causing great delight.”

Such visions made Teresa con­scious that her abode, from which she was allowed to come and go at will, seemed more like a fashion­able boarding-house than a convent. So she planned to set up her own sanctuary, where a few dedicated souls could lead a life of poverty, contemplation and prayer far from the hubbub of the world.

Ter­esa de Jesus

Most of her sisters at the Incarna­tion were shocked by her idea. Was not life there good enough for her Teresa paid no heed. With a new resourcefulness, she pursued her goal. A pious widow contributed a modest sum, and the local bishop was persuaded to grant the neces­sary permit for a new convent.


But the townsfolk, faced with the prospect of yet another institution depending on their charity, were up in arms. It was not until high eccle­siastics came out in favour of Ter­esa’s “noble folly” that she was able to keep her little stone house on the edge of town, which she had dedicated to St Joseph. The modern tourist has little trouble finding it—every child in Avila will happily show him the way to San Jose, where 20 Carmelite nuns still keep alive the flame lit by Teresa.

Thus the reformed branch of the Carmelite Order was born. Teresa, who took the religious name “Ter­esa de Jesus,” called her followers the Discalced, or Barefooted, Car­melites. Their habit was dark sack­cloth, covered, for choral services, by a white mantle (and, in point of fact, they wore rope sandals and hemp stockings against the cold).

woman at convent

No one might leave the convent except in case of grave illness, and worldly talk was forbidden. Each nun lived in a small cell of her own. The beds were bags of straw; Teresa used a wooden log for her pillow. There were long fasts, and much work to earn needed cash. But there was also one unheard-of luxury Ter­esa introduced: each nun must keep a jug of water in her cell and wash! She abhorred dirt, and never tired of tidying things up.