Litigation
Cal. Litig. 2020, Volume 33, Number 2
Content
- A Long and Winding Road to Undo Bad Supreme Court Law
- Affirmative Action Quandaries the Affirmative Action Puzzle: a Living History from Reconstruction to Today (Pantheon:322 Pages) By Melvin I. Urofsky
- Editor's Foreword Sweet Successes — On or About 31 Flavors
- From Cla's Ceo a Personal Plea for Addressing the Root Causes of Racism
- From the Section Chair News for a New World
- Insurance Coverage Analysis Avoids Malpractice Landmines
- Intellectual Property Litigation and Other Updates in the Video Game Industry as of April 2020
- Masthead
- MCLE Article Threats, Extortion and Legitimate Advocacy
- Navigating the New Settled Statement Procedures
- Nuts and Bolts of Videoconference Dispute Resolution in the Time of Covid-19
- Recent Legislative Changes Affect Long-Standing Pre-Trial Discovery Practice
- Showing Lack of Probable Cause: Plaintiff's Burden of Proof in Opposing an Anti-Slapp Motion Attacking a Malicious Prosecution Claim
- Table of Contents
- That Family Is Wrong for You: Religious Objections Before the Supreme Court
- The Puzzle of Precedent in the California Court of Appeal
- Stringfellow Acid Pits: the Toxic and Legal Legacy By Brian Craig
Stringfellow Acid Pits: The Toxic and Legal Legacy By Brian Craig
Reviewed by Dan Lawton
Dan Lawton is a member of California Litigation’s editorial board. He is senior counsel with Klinedinst PC, where he practices litigation in the firm’s appellate and professional liability groups.
My three brothers and I grew up in Fullerton, in northern Orange County, during the 1970’s. Our parents felt no anxiety about letting us walk or ride bikes to school by ourselves. Our play in the streets and vacant lots was mostly unsupervised. During the summer, the main rule was to return home by the time the streetlights came on. Around the fields where we played Little League baseball, oil pumpjacks dotted the hills. The sign posted on the fence aside the gravel parking lot declared the park’s name: Union Oil Field. To us, it, like the rest of California, seemed a kind of paradise.
As a teenager, I read an article in the local newspaper about Fullerton residents who had moved into a new housing development north of us, off of Rosecrans Avenue. The new homeowners smelled foul odors. Mysterious liquids oozed from the ground. Some people had gotten sick.