#Real Estate Partition

[underwoodlawfirmlosangeles]

Underwood Law Firm, P.C.

Underwood Law Firm, P.C. is a boutique partition, eminent domain, and civil litigation firm with offices throughout California. Our clients trust the firm with their problems because our practice is limited only to those things that we do well. As a result, clients throughout California seek out the Firm for its one-of-a-kind experience. When talking is not working, we are here to give you a plan of action, and see it to the end no matter the obstacles.

Address: 11755 Wilshire Blvd, #1250, Los Angeles, CA 90025, USA Phone: 213-550-5000 Website: https://www.underwood.law

[underwoodlawfirmpc]

Underwood Law Firm, P.C.

Underwood Law Firm, P.C. is a boutique partition, eminent domain, and civil litigation firm with offices throughout California. Our clients trust the firm with their problems because our practice is limited only to those things that we do well. As a result, clients throughout California seek out the Firm for its one-of-a-kind experience. When talking is not working, we are here to give you a plan of action, and see it to the end no matter the obstacles.

Address: 1300 Clay St, #600, Oakland, CA 94612, USA Phone: 510-519-9000 Website: https://www.underwood.law

[underwoodlaw]

Discover key considerations for dissolving business partnerships, from legal steps to financial planning. Ensure a smooth transition for all.

[andrewjbernhard]

Bernhard Law Firm Wins 7-Year Battle Over 50-Year-Old Real Estate Probate in St. Augustine

This week Bernhard Law Firm won a 7-year battle over real estate in the historic Lincolnville neighborhood just below the Castillo de San Marcos National Monument in St. Augustine, Florida. The Court adopted Bernhard Law Firm’s reasoning in full.

This week Bernhard Law Firm won a 7-year battle over real estate in the historic Lincolnville neighborhood just below the Castillo de San Marcos National Monument in St. Augustine, Florida. The Court adopted Bernhard Law Firm’s reasoning that: Plaintiffs improperly sought to reopen matters half-a-century old and turn the laws of real estate on their head. Under Plaintiffs’ legal theories, the…

[underwoodlawfirm]

Underwood Law Firm, P.C.

Underwood Law Firm, P.C. is a boutique partition, eminent domain, and civil litigation firm with offices throughout California. Our clients trust the firm with their problems because our practice is limited only to those things that we do well. As a result, clients throughout California seek out the Firm for its one-of-a-kind experience. When talking is not working, we are here to give you a plan of action, and see it to the end no matter the obstacles.

Address: 428 J St, 4th Floor, Sacramento, CA 95814, USA

Phone: 916-318-8000

Website: https://www.underwood.law

[hometoursandotherstuff]

It turns out that New York City has nothin' on South Korea when it comes to tiny apts..  Ryan is a globetrotter currently calling a snug 100-square-foot apartment in South Korea his home. It’s not the mere size that’s unusual, or even the cost at roughly $120 per week. It’s also that this pad doesn’t come with the luxury of a window.

It has the bed and a clear glass partition for the toilet. There's a sink across from the toilet, plus an exhaust fan in the ceiling.

https://nypost.com/2024/05/14/real-estate/this-traveler-lives-in-a-100-square-foot-unit-with-no-window/

Ryan, known as @nomadicallyryan on TikTok, recently shared a peek into his micro-living quarters, which sent the internet into a frenzy.

[best-habsburg-monarch]

Maria Theresa, Archduchess of Austria, Queen of Hungary, Croatia and Bohemia, reigned 1740-1780

No one has ever girlboss-ed harder

From anon:

- chucked into ruling at age 23. while pregnant

- no prep!!!! Prussia invades Silesia!!! Ministers fucking around for their own provincial interests instead of for the Whole !!!!! and she has to somehow cope with all of this ....

- ALL WHILE being pregnant with Joseph (II) and we know that guy was just as ornery in utero as he was irl

- she's everything! He (Francis) is just ....Ken.

- YAS QUEEN rediversify that gene pool

- originally reluctant to participate in the 1st partition of poland (who wants galicia let's be real)

Ferdinand I, Emperor of Austria, reigned 1835-1848

Probably the person who was most relieved about his own abdication

from anon:

Whatever learning or mental disability he suffered from, he was far from untalented. He spoke five languages, played the trumpet and the piano, and had a keen interest in technology natural sciences. He even founded the Academy of Sciences in Vienna.

He's mostly blameless when it comes to policies of the Austrian state before 1848, which is probably why he remained popular throughout his life. Well, that and his charity.

Had a surprisingly good relationship with his wife, considering he might not have even been capable of consumating the marriage.

Proved to be a capable manager of his estates after the abdication.

Generally seems like a fairly chill guy, hence the moniker "The Benevolent".

[readingthenight]

The worst cities in India poll really made me think about Ahmedabad, where I spent a decade of my life, went to school, turned 18, and why it's the worst city in India.

1. It is genuinely the most communally and economically segregated city in India. Muslim residents are forced into ghettoes and all economic opportunities and real estate is seized by upper caste Hindus and Jains. I went to a school in the Hindu part of Ahmedabad and had one Muslim classmate the whole time. There was no Eid holiday.

2. Ahmedabad has a truly vile history of Anti-Muslim pogroms. The 2002 genocide was so horrific beyond words that I don't think there's been that kind of mass destruction in the country except for the Partition.

3. Ahmedabad and its residents facilitate and support Modi, Shah, and the BJP - much of their power came from Ahmedabad, and they are now trying to make UP what Gujarat is.

4. Alcohol is prohibited because Gandhi was born there. This has led to an underground bootlegging culture which disproportionately affects economically disadvantaged populations and leads to many deaths due to spurious alcohol. Also makes for one hell of a boring city.

5. Speaking of Gandhi, the whole city is obsessed with him, and there's a whole tourism economy dedicated to him with no reflection on his racism, casteism, and r*pe.

6. Speaking of tourism, there is absolutely nothing to do or see in the city. It truly has erased whatever culture it had to begin with.

7. This is because the culture is dominated by UC Hindus and Jains and caters to their preferences. Of course it's boring. While they drink alcohol at house parties, the working class folks have to follow rules which of course don't apply to the rich. Restaurants in other cities have alcohol menus, Ahmedabad restaurants have no onion no garlic menus.

8. Unless you study commerce or medicine, there is absolutely nothing for you here in terms of career prospects. Forget trying to stay in Ahmedabad if you studied humanities, because the city has killed the prospect of communities around the arts.

9. There is a very hostile attitude towards non-vegetarian food - I've been told my house smells like fish, I probably eat anything etc etc. Housing communities are illegally "pure veg". Also for everything that gets said about it being safe....try wearing a dress and going out. There is no non veg street food. Food courts don't serve non veg food. This is not normal.

10. Even the "liberal" circuit is painfully elite and gatekeepy.

[fatehbaz]

Sheetal Chhabria sets her finger on the core of a shared problem that her book Making the Modern Slum: The Power of Capital in Colonial Bombay, Yahia Shawkat’s Egypt’s Housing Crisis: Shaping the Urban Space and my own Possessing the City: Property and Politics in Delhi 1911-1947 are outlining. The settings and periods are diverse and the particular histories diverge. But, in each of our work, we point to both the commodification of shelter and the paradoxical histories of efforts to oppose or mitigate that commodification. The Housing Question – how to provide decent and dignified shelter to every human – seems to be hummed to a drearily repetitive tune (with a few varying notes) in the Global South. Indeed, many of the same problems are reproduced in the Global North as well.

The stubbornness with which mass housing initiatives are reinserted into commodity circuits is a key lesson in all three works. This despite a related phenomenon that Chhabria points to the sheer variety of ways in which housing has been used by the state to ‘manage populations’. Chhabria and Shawkat both refer, for instance, to moments in which housing has been utilized as a tool to ensure the immobilization of working populations. Much like in a prison, to use housing as a way to prevent or restrict the mobility of working people.

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Part of the reason for this is that Chhabria’s work on Bombay culminates at a point of unique labor mobility: the migration away from the city of much of Bombay’s mill labor force in the wake of the late nineteenth century plague epidemic. [...] But it was also a project of housing in which luring workers back to the city and holding them there was an essential component. The Bombay Improvement Trust (BIT), whose trajectory from inception to failure Chhabria meticulously chronicles, bears the marks of exactly such an origin point. The BIT was in the final reckoning a mix of welfarism, state-subsidy for financial speculation, attempts to signal a more sanitary city and immobilising labour. [...] However, this limited decommodification of shelter was a mere sub-theme among the other agenda of the BIT.

Crucially, Chhabria points out, Indian elites and the colonial state joined in their appreciation of the opportunities for profit-making and governing on the cheap, while solving labor supply problems through the BIT’s housing initiatives.

In Shawkat’s Egypt too, both in the late nineteenth century and in the present, the ‘izba recurs as a form of housing designed to immobilize labor – converting peasants more fully into workers. [...]

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The slum must also [...] be an active source of a reserve army of labor. [...] Here the establishment of a Delhi Improvement Trust (in 1937, nearly 40 years after the BIT) was initiated by a piece of bad press. [...] The DIT’s major success was in [...] (something that Chhabria points out happened in Bombay too) participating in a round of speculative development in the Delhi countryside. [...] These and myriad other pathways have tended to return housing – even housing built at subsidized rates for the city’s working poor – to circuits of accumulation and profit.

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Shawkat [...] is clear-sighted about the terminal point – decommodified housing. Any intermediate position, he argues, would prove unstable and return housing to the circuits of capital circulation. [...] As I have been pointing out, each of our three works provides templates by which waves of partial decommodification are clawed back into circuits of profit and loss.

How, then, could a more permanent extrication of shelter from commodification be achieved? The unsuccessful efforts to decommodify housing in colonial Delhi illustrate some potential pitfalls. [...] The weakness of struggles to decommodify housing in Delhi meant that even housing for Partition refugees would become the launchpad for what is today India’s largest private real estate firm -- Delhi Land and Finance. [...]

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The Housing Question, cannot be separated from the much broader question of power. Mobilizations from below which are committed to a vision of broad human emancipation are the only viable way forward. Neither a brilliant urban plan nor the temporarily persuaded ear of a state official can achieve the decommodification of shelter that Shawkat calls for. [...] Stubbornly enough, [...] at the heart of it tends to lie a nexus between industrialists, richer traders, real estate speculators, and the state. Yes, temporary relief might be won [...]. But, as the history of the return of housing to circuits of commodity demonstrates, [...] the battle to provide shelter as a right is first about building [...] [movements] that can fight and win a broad decommodification of everyday life.

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Text by: Anish Vanaik. “Shelter as Capital: Housing and Commodification: Lessons from the Global South.” Borderlines [open-access site mentored by editors of Comparative Studies of South Asia, Africa and the Middle East]. Published online: 18 February 2021. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[chicago-geniza]

Things I am having to learn for this biography:

Marriage + divorce law in various imperial Polish partitions

Interwar Polish criminal codes

Oral histories of the Polish Communist Party

The Vienna School of art history

How the Bank of Poland worked 1924-1939

Prewar Galician real estate records

HEGEL

What was happening in Hungary during WWI

[manishaasinfratecho]

Maximize Charm, Minimize Square Footage: Innovative Interior Design Ideas for Small Spaces in Noida.

Living large in a small space might seem like an oxymoron, but with a dash of creativity and some clever interior design tricks, your Noida apartment can transform into an oasis of comfort and style. Here at MITS, we specialize in helping you unlock the full potential of your compact abode.

Embrace the Power of Multifunctional Furniture:

Gone are the days of bulky furniture hogging precious real estate. Invest in pieces that serve multiple purposes. Opt for a sofa bed that doubles as a guest room, a coffee table with hidden storage compartments, or a dining table with expandable leaves. Consider ottomans with built-in storage or nesting tables that tuck away neatly when not in use.

Lighten Up with Smart Space-Saving Techniques:

Mirror Magic: Strategically placed mirrors not only reflect light, making your space appear larger, but also create an illusion of depth. Place a large mirror opposite a window to bounce natural light throughout the room.

Folding Wonders: Folding furniture is a lifesaver for small spaces. Invest in a foldable dining table, a wall-mounted ironing board, or even a convertible desk that folds up when not in use.

Verticality is Your Friend: Utilize vertical space to maximize storage. Install floating shelves, bookcases that reach the ceiling, or hanging storage solutions to keep clutter off the floor.

Embrace the Power of Light:

Natural Light is King: Let the Noida sunshine work its magic! Keep windows free of clutter and consider translucent curtains that allow natural light to filter through.

Strategic Lighting: Employ layered lighting to create a sense of spaciousness. Opt for recessed lighting, sconces, and task lighting to illuminate specific areas without overwhelming the room. Consider warm white LED bulbs to create a cozy yet bright atmosphere.

Declutter and Create a Sense of Calm:

Less is More: Declutter ruthlessly! Donate items you no longer need and find clever storage solutions for the essentials. A cluttered space feels instantly smaller.

Soothing Color Palettes: Paint your walls in light, neutral colors. Whites, beiges, and light grays create a sense of airiness and spaciousness. Consider accent walls with calming colors like light blues or greens to add visual interest.

Open Up the Floor Plan:

Embrace Open Floor Plans: If possible, consider knocking down non-load-bearing walls to create a more open and airy feel. Partition spaces with room dividers, curtains, or strategically placed furniture to maintain a sense of separation without sacrificing flow.

Personalize Your Space:

Statement Pieces: Don't be afraid to incorporate a statement piece, like a bold rug or a piece of artwork, to add personality to your space. Just be mindful of the scale and ensure it doesn't overwhelm the room.

Greenery is Good: Plants not only add a touch of life to your space but also act as natural air purifiers. Opt for low-maintenance indoor plants that thrive in small spaces.

Find Inspiration in Noida:

Noida itself can be a source of inspiration. Visit local design stores, art galleries, or even traditional Indian markets to find unique pieces that reflect your personal style and add a touch of local flavor to your space.

Finding the Perfect Interior Design Help in Noida:

At MITS, we understand the challenges and joys of living in a compact space. Our team of experienced and creative interior designers in Noida is here to help you translate your vision into reality. We offer a personalized approach, working closely with you to understand your needs, budget, and style preferences.

So, what are you waiting for? Let MITS help you transform your small space into a haven of functionality and style! Contact us today for a free consultation and discover the possibilities for your Noida home!

[underwoodlawfirmlosangeles]

Underwood Law Firm, P.C.

Underwood Law Firm, P.C. is a boutique partition, eminent domain, and civil litigation firm with offices throughout California. Our clients trust the firm with their problems because our practice is limited only to those things that we do well. As a result, clients throughout California seek out the Firm for its one-of-a-kind experience. When talking is not working, we are here to give you a plan of action, and see it to the end no matter the obstacles.

Address: 11755 Wilshire Blvd, #1250, Los Angeles, CA 90025, USA Phone: 213-550-5000 Website: https://www.underwood.law

[underwoodlawfirmpc]

Underwood Law Firm, P.C.

Underwood Law Firm, P.C. is a boutique partition, eminent domain, and civil litigation firm with offices throughout California. Our clients trust the firm with their problems because our practice is limited only to those things that we do well. As a result, clients throughout California seek out the Firm for its one-of-a-kind experience. When talking is not working, we are here to give you a plan of action, and see it to the end no matter the obstacles.

Address: 1300 Clay St, #600, Oakland, CA 94612, USA Phone: 510-519-9000 Website: https://www.underwood.law

[underwoodlaw]

Neighbors would often influence the partition of properties in numerous ways. In this post, we are going to check out the numerous roles played by the neighbors upon partition action, offering key insights into dealing with the entire dynamics.

[tmwwriting]

You know I toured with Grey back in Chechnya? Yeah. Crazy son of a bitch.

Snippets of a fic I’ll never write: (2/x)

Content warning: Mature Content, Graphic Violence/Violence Aftermath, Flashbacks, Panic attack (from POV character), Drowning Imagery

“At least this base has indoor plumbing,” he says to nods from the other new guys, all fresh off the cattle car of an economy flight and lacking the dusty sheen they'd get after a few weeks in country. The hallway echoes with their footsteps and chatter, and contentment hums in his chest like the air conditioning units he's learned are more valuable than gold out here. Thank God for whatever country's air force that knew comfort's not a dirty word; when they built their shit they left the air fields for last. Then their brass had to approve whatever budget increases there were, no amenities cut off the ledger because some idiot thought Full Metal Jacket was an acceptable interior decorating theme.

CICADA had latched on to this place like a fat, violent leech, partitioning some of it for themselves as soon as contracts in this country started coming in, then filling in the abandoned base entirely when the hosts up and left. Now the place teems with operators beholden to no one (all of them walking OHSA violations and HR nightmares); no one flies a flag over anything here anymore, no echoes of patriotism sound through these buildings. The brutal, efficient honesty of it is partially why he's here and not slogging through bureaucratic quicksand in service of his own country. Definitely nicer digs this way, too. And CICADA probably got it for pennies on the dollar - not a big real estate market out in this part of town. He could appreciate that. Never waste an opportunity. That was his motto, certainly, and the pay from this new contract was going towards weekends at Vegas and a catalogue of bad decisions involving drinking, gambling, and women.

He files neatly with the others into a briefing room the same shade of hazy taupe as everything else, like sand leaves a permanent tint on anything or anyone left out here too long. They're more than fifteen minutes early but there's seats already filled. Other guys are up and talking, old buddies from previous contracting jobs running into each other again with lazy grins and slaps on the back. He turns down an aisle of chairs, goes to claim a seat, then makes the mistake of looking up towards the back of the room. His next breath is punched out of him. Tidal waves of recognition and nausea shove his head underwater. He knows that man, even from across a room, in profile and half in shadow; though the years have worn on them both, he knows Lucas Grey.

It's fine. He’s fine. Breathe. Inhale. Ex- 

A woman screams, a sound so raw and wretched it claws at his skull like nails on a chalkboard. No, no, that's not right. There are no women in the briefing room. She's clutching a body to her. Husband or father or son. Enemy combatant. No, it's a son. Too young to be anything else. If the boy had just - if he'd just - Grey lowers his rifle, jerks his head. "Nothing we can do. Move out, bird's waiting." He could have - they could have -

Time slows to a crawl. He's standing still, but so is everyone else. More screams, behind them now, and each footstep towards the helo is a stab at a conscience he thought had died long ago - the women were supposed to be gone, that's what the intelligence reports told them, that they'd all been evacuated. His vision goes to pinpricks. He can't sleep that night. He stumbles into a seat. Or the next. The hum of dozens of conversations fades; everyone sounds like they're underwater now, too. He thinks it's Grey who has them redeploy as soon as possible. "Get their minds off of it." Maybe now Grey knows that not all minds are like his.

Blood roars back into his ears (the helicopter's engines and the beat of the propellers are always deafening, even with ear pro, but somehow the screams follow him in) and time picks back up (he can breathe again when they're in the air, when he can't hear or see or smell the ruin), and the other guys jostle his knees as they move past to take their seats (he can't sit next to Grey, he can't, but the helo is not large, and it does not matter that Grey is not right beside him - the man haunts the space entirely.) He can't risk another look back before the lights switch off. It's never completely dark anymore. Even when he closes his eyes he sees the fires, the explosions, the bursts of gunfire. He glances to either side of him, a silent SOS. Nothing. None of the other new guys know who this man is, no one else even notices. He watches Grey more closely now on ops with yawning, nagging suspicion. The man fights and kills like he was built for it. Not exactly a valid complaint to take to headquarters. But if they could see... They probably think it's just another operations head here to make sure their transition runs smoothly. But he knows. If HQ could just see what he sees…

He does his best to concentrate during the turnover briefing; he's a professional, always has been, never a bad word about him written on any assessments. Nothing we can do. But their team leader's voice wavers in and out of his hearing like a bad radio frequency, sweat forms on his brow and runs down his cheek, his leg bounces, and his heart skips in double time as he can't think of anything but the man - his boss's boss's boss, God help them - sitting just meters away like a spectre. Move out, bird's waiting. CICADA probably salivated at that guy's resume. Probably tripped over themselves offering him a huge signing bonus, though he doubts Grey went to Vegas with his. Get their minds off of it.

He needs to breathe, he needs to - 

The automatic gunfire paints a trail of sound through the mountains, and he does his best to stay true to it. The point man should know True North, but no stars are with them this night, blotted out by smoke and death and the faintest hint of the rising sun.

"Grey, where are you? We lost comms back there, this shit hasn't been used since Vietnam -" The crackle of feedback cuts him short and he curses. Still nothing, not since the last building they cleared. The footsteps of the others gather closer as they stack up on their next target. Except someone else was here first, macabre welcoming presents scattered over the yard by the entryway: shredded, clothed, dripping crimson. He blinks, wracks his brain. The other teams are further down the mountainside sending up their own grim symphonies of explosions and gunfire; the echoes of the valley make it hard to pin down where any of the fighting is, but no one should be up this far except them.

He signals back, but there's no need for a door breach - blasted off its hinges, it lays on its side forlornly.

Entry is quick - no welcoming salvos of machine guns or grenades, no defense at all, and goosebumps prickle along his flesh. It's a ghost house they've entered. The bodies of hostiles litter the front room like crumpled sheets of paper. Rounds had ripped through flesh, tore through walls, brought down the sandbagged positions of the enemy like a knife through butter. The front roof section sags and wails as men cross beneath it and pour down through the rest of the building.

"Fucking hell, there's nothing left."

Scorch marks and blast residue pockmark walls and ceilings and floors. The burning embers pair with the tangy copper scent of blood and the smell hits him like a wall. At least a dozen more bodies. Down the hall, the mezzanine. Everywhere he goes. He touches what he thinks used to be a chair in what used to be a kitchen - just a little poke with a steel toe and it crumbles, joining fragments of plaster and glass in a bloody mosaic. He regroups with the others, moves throughout the building. Clear left. Clear right. A familiar cadence. Only death waits for them: a poor host, and an angry one. They emerge from the wreckage into a breaking dawn, just as a voice cuts through the background melody of far away blasts and spurts from heavy weapons.

“Blue, blue!” It’s Grey, the only living thing among the ash. Maneuvering back towards them like there's nothing wrong, like he's been waiting for them to form up and move on the next collection of buildings. "We're clear." 

No fucking kidding. And it's not the empty mag pouches or the place where the grenades should be (but aren't) on Grey's tac vest that really freak him out; it's not even the thick swipe of blood across Grey's pants that tells him Grey used a knife for some of this, then took the time to clean the blade before sheathing it; it's not that succinct little AAR that sounds almost amused in its brevity; nor is it the dial on the man's radio, not broken, but completely, neatly, powered off.

It’s the eyes. It's Grey's eyes.

It gets worse the longer he sits there. The memories seep in on the waves, debris brought in by the tides. At least the mountains are still beautiful. Even the machine guns sing like sparrows in the morning mist. By the time the slow Death by Powerpoint is over, he's trying to remember how to suck air in through his lungs, how to move one foot in front of the other as he makes a desperate exit. Get to the helicopter. Nothing we can do. His head pounds, it screams and rages when Grey turns to watch them all leave and he's still stuck in the queue at the doorway. Fatal funnel, rookie mistake. It's been more than a decade since Chechnya, but he sees Grey's eyes narrow at him like he's sighting in a rifle scope (Grey never misses a shot, not once, not the entire tour; an awed rookie asks him where he trained and his face turns dark like the sun went out); but he’s going to make it. He's so close, just two more steps and he's free, out and down the hallway all the way to the door and then into the sun, where he breathes like a man nearly drowned. It's the eyes.

Hands on his knees, he hacks up memories of soot and blood and anguish. By the time the tour is up his conscience lies with a stake through its heart. The screams don’t even make it twitch anymore. Maybe Grey has the right idea. The hot air scalds his lungs and face but he delights in the pain, inhales again and again and turns his face towards the sun as a reminder that his head's above water. He just has to keep treading. Only one thought pushes its way past the slowly subsiding panic, up past the water to where he can hear it.

Glad he's on our side. 

He takes another shaky breath, and when his lungs obey him he straightens, and shivers under the high noon sun.

[underwoodlawfirm]

Underwood Law Firm, P.C.

Underwood Law Firm, P.C. is a boutique partition, eminent domain, and civil litigation firm with offices throughout California. Our clients trust the firm with their problems because our practice is limited only to those things that we do well. As a result, clients throughout California seek out the Firm for its one-of-a-kind experience. When talking is not working, we are here to give you a plan of action, and see it to the end no matter the obstacles.

Address: 428 J St, 4th Floor, Sacramento, CA 95814, USA

Phone: 916-318-8000

Website: https://www.underwood.law