A Letter from the Lawyer


Criminal Defense Attorney

Firm Address                                                                                      Firm Phone Numbers

40 Pearl Street, NW, Suite 922                                                        616-233-9162 office

Grand Rapids, Michigan 49503                                                        616-456-5434 fax

                                                                                                            616-581-7406 cell


October 3, 2012

Anne Woodlen

Syracuse, New York 13210


            RE:     Richard Gottlieb

Dear Ms Woodlen:

I have been retained by Mr. Gottlieb to represent him regarding accusations that have been made against him of criminal and professional misconduct.  Mr. Gottlieb has indicated that the accusations put forward by both of you are inaccurate.  Unfortunately for Mr. Gottlieb the fact that you have continued to perpetuate the notion that he acted in an unprofessional manner has had a negative impact on him economically and emotionally.  Mr. Gottlieb is considering legal action against both of you if you are unwilling to refrain from communicating the accusations to Mr. Gottlieb’s clients and associates.

Should you have any questions regarding this matter please feel free to contact me at my office.


Jason L. Jansma

Attorney at Law

Oct. 3

What “both of you?” Give my regards to Dick; I know he is suffering.

Anne C Woodlen


About annecwoodlen

I am a tenth generation American, descended from a family that has been working a farm that was deeded to us by William Penn. The country has changed around us but we have held true. I stand in my grandmother’s kitchen, look down the valley to her brother’s farm and see my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Hannah standing on the porch. She is holding the baby, surrounded by four other children, and saying goodbye to her husband and oldest son who are going off to fight in the Revolutionary War. The war is twenty miles away and her husband will die fighting. We are not the Daughters of the American Revolution; we were its mothers. My father, Milton C. Woodlen, got his doctorate from Temple University in the 1940’s when—in his words—“a doctorate still meant something.” He became an education professor at West Chester State Teachers College, where my mother, Elizabeth Hope Copeland, had graduated. My mother raised four girls and one boy, of which I am the middle child. My parents are deceased and my siblings are estranged. My fiancé, Robert H. Dobrow, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. In 1974, his plane crashed, his parachute did not open, and we buried him in a cemetery on Long Island. I could say a great deal about him, or nothing; there is no middle ground. I have loved other men; Bob was my soul mate. The single greatest determinate of who I am and what my life has been is that I inherited my father’s gene for bipolar disorder, type II. Associated with all bipolar disorders is executive dysfunction, a learning disability that interferes with the ability to sort and organize. Despite an I.Q. of 139, I failed twelve subjects and got expelled from high school and prep school. I attended Syracuse University and Onondaga Community College and got an associate’s degree after twenty-five years. I am nothing if not tenacious. Gifted with intelligence, constrained by disability, and compromised by depression, my employment was limited to entry level jobs. Being female in the 1960’s meant that I did office work—billing at the university library, calling out telegrams at Western Union, and filing papers at a law firm. During one decade, I worked at about a hundred different places as a temporary secretary. I worked for hospitals, banks, manufacturers and others, including the county government. I quit the District Attorney’s Office to manage a gas station; it was more honest work. After Bob’s death, I started taking antidepressants. Following doctor’s orders, I took them every day for twenty-six years. During that time, I attempted%2
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