A transatlantic adventure, by Geoffrey Bindman
In 1959, as I approached the end of my three years as an articled clerk, I had to decide what to do next. The future was an obvious one for most of us: to become an assistant solicitor in the same firm or another firm, with the expectation in a few years of becoming a partner.
Jobs were not hard to find in an expanding market but the prospect of following the conventional path did not thrill me. The lifestyle of the partners seemed mind-numbing: nice car, house and family, but little else.
FELLOWSHIPS
A college friend of mine had been called to the Bar and then spent a year with a fellowship at an American law school. He liked it so much that, as soon as he was able to renew his visa, he returned to take up a post at Yale. A glittering future awaited him and I was envious.
I realised I could apply for a similar fellowship, which appeared to be
