In my last bit of estate planning at the end of the 1990s, I made elaborate provisions for my animal companions. At the time there were several of them, both canines and felines. Predictably, given the short shelf life of four-footers, they died and I'm still here. Six months ago I adopted Lee K. Since he is no spring chicken, he too will likely die before I do. But I will still ensure he will taken care of, just in case ...
The new wrinkle in estate planning in this digital era is the continuity of our blog posts. No, when I pass on to that great Microsoft Office Suite in the sky, I won't be adding any more posts to my three syndicated sites. The other two are here and here. However, in terms of evidence that I did do something significant on planet earth, I want to continue to have those posts retrievable. They go back to 2005.
In Blogville, those were heady times. Social media visionaries Paul Chaney and Toby Bloomberg coached me and gave me exposure. Public affairs leader Bob Dilenschneider encouraged me to continue investing my time learning about this new medium. Around the globe, professionals contacted me to do writing assignments, including fiction, for them. I don't want to ever let that go. It was like the counterculture. Both were my personal Camelots. I broke open to fresh ways of seeing the world.
The bean counters and lawyers will have to calculate how much it will take to keep the three sites preserved. Of course, there is no assurance that will happen. Money gets lost. Technology changes. Crooks dip into funds.
However, this remains one of my end-of-life issues. It's funny. On my legal blog, a post about Baby Boomers' blocking the pipelines of talent in law firms has been going viral. Here it is. Abovethelaw.com is among the high-traffic Millennial sites which linked to it. What youth doesn't realize or, perhaps more to the point, care about is this: We Baby Boomers also live our own nightmare. Youth isn't the only suffering species.