Oh, baby come on, let me take you where the action is.
Oh, baby come on, let me take you where the action is.
Oh, baby come on, let me take you where the action is.
It's so neat to meet ya baby where the action is.
In the mid-1960s, East Texas teens – like teens all across the country – would rush home after school every day to watch a spin-off of Dick Clark's long-running “American Bandstand,” a weekday afternoon music program called “Where the Action Is.”
Storm-chasing Steve Mostyn may be too young to remember that program and its theme song, but he does know where the action is. For Mostyn, the action's in lawsuits, settled in or out of court. The more, the merrier, preferably bundled to maximize profits.
The real action is in class action. Mostyn takes an insurance company or some other defendant to the cleaners, his clients get a little piece of the action, and Steve gets a big piece.
It's been a good life for Mostyn. (Good in the sense of profitable, not so good in other ways.) He's got lots of action, more than he can handle, apparently. Perhaps he's gotten a little too sloppy.
Things haven't been going so well for Mostyn lately. The defendants he's targeted are fighting back, disgruntled clients are taking him to court, and judges are ruling against him.
Suddenly, Mostyn’s on the wrong side of the action.
At a recent hearing, U.S. District Judge Micaela Alvarez asked Mostyn to explain why he shouldn't be sanctioned for repeatedly bringing factually unsupported storm claims.
Now Mostyn's in Harris County District Court, defending himself against a malpractice suit brought by former clients alleging that he bungled Hurricane Ike claims.
Maybe all the defendants he's targeted and all his disgruntled clients should join forces and sue Mostyn together. Class action's where the action is.here