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Pat Romito LaPointe
Last night I attended my husband’s law firm holiday party. As the “owner’s wife,” it has been my job in the past to make the party arrangements. This year, I asked his secretary to take on the job. When I entered the room, I immediately regretted this decision.
Three tables of eight were jammed in a room smaller than most master bedroom suites. There was hardly any room to move between the tables. Guests were shoulder to shoulder as they stood having their cocktails.
I use a walker and had to warn the guests I was “coming through” I finally reached the back of the room. I was pretty much trapped. I sat alone and hoped someone would shout, “nobody puts Pat in the corner.”








