This decision was handed down by District Judge Reed O’Connor on February 18, but I haven’t seen news of it anywhere, so let’s see if I can sum it without having to jump. Al Hill III, great-grandson of H.L. Hunt, is suing his father, Al Hill Jr., for about $92 million. The argument centers on some documents signed by Al Jr. in 2005 that gave the money to Al III. You read about this in the cover story Gretel Kovach did for us in 2008.
Well, as recently as December 2009, it looked like Al III was going to lose his fight, as Al Jr. claimed that when he signed those documents in 2005, he was incapacitated and shouldn’t have been anywhere near any documents. But no! Now the court has determined that an updated version of those documents was actually created in 2007 — or part of them was. And by that time, Al Jr. was totally capacitated. An attorney named Ivan Irwin who has worked for Al Jr. for 50 years testified that “his secretary edited the first two pages of the 2005 Disclaimer in 2007 and ‘then stapled [the updated two pages] back on to the original signature page, which was signed in 2005.’” That secretary was Joyce Waller. There is a question about whether she signed Al Jr.’s name to some of the documents. It gets complicated-er. Perhaps I’ll write more on this later.
Anyway, the point is, Judge O’Conner has determined that the documents were backdated and that Al Jr. lied (”falsly testified,” if you prefer) to the Court when asked to explain what had happened and when. That’s a big no-no. First thing, then, is that Al Jr. owes his son some attorneys fees. That’s required by law. But Judge O’Connor goes further: “The Court does not take lightly the task of determining what sanctions are appropriate to adequately address the grave misconduct committed by Al Jr.” O’Connor says he might still find Al Jr. in contempt. Even worse for Al Jr., though, O’Connor could enter summary judgment in favor of Al III, giving him that $92 million. The Court ordered the parties to try to work it out mediation.
Bottom line: Al III’s stock just went up. A lot.
(Note: I updated this post after spending more time with the ruling to clarify, if you can believe it, the material in the second paragraph explaining the controversy over the documents.)
I was horrified to see this sign in a downtown storefront. (And I’m trying to figure out how to use that adverb in a sentence.)
You’ll find my excuse for posting this sketch, which ran on Kimmel’s post-Oscars broadcast, just before the five minute mark. Think backwards hat.
He’s 11, a former foster child, and he’s been running his own charity (Casey’s Heart, benefiting the homeless) for several years. He’s already got the next however many years of his life planned out (buy a rusty pickup truck, join the military, serve in Iraq, get married). I don’t know how that adds up to him getting to push the button that implodes Texas Stadium on April 11, but good on him.
1. The Dallas Mavericks ran their streak to 12 games with a win over the Minnesota Timberwolves. Rookie Rodrigue Beaubois came back down to earth a little bit (11 points on a rough shooting night) after setting career high the three previous games.While we’re here: in the box score, it says Erick Dampier is out with “right middle finger surge.” I get that in traffic every day, and you don’t see me on the sidelines. Man up, Damp.
2. Looking at the list of finalists to replace Dallas police chief David Kunkle makes me regret not finishing that post I wrote a couple of months ago wherein I guessed that one of the finalists would be San Jose chief Robert Davis. Because he is (along with Austin’s Art Acevedo, Louisville’s Robert Crump White, and internal candidates David O. Brown, Daniel Garcia, and Floyd Simpson). PROVE THAT I’M LYING.
3. Yes, by all means, don’t answer census questions. That’ll fix everything.
Our March 2009 cover is a finalist in the annual City and Regional Magazine Awards. With apologies for the tiny Kennedy cover out of Boston, here are all the finalists. If you were a judge, who’d you give the award to?




I assume this will be rectified soon. But right now, if you go to dallascityhall.com, you’ll find that the URL does not inspire confidence in the city’s technical competence.
The Dallas Opera has sent out a curious open call for extras to star (sort of) in the world premiere production of Jake Heggie’s Moby-Dick. There are a few requirements: you must be male, slim to medium build, aged 16 and up, and have no fear of heights. Seems they are going to have you scaling the stage and hanging out in the crow’s nest of the Pequod during performances. The release is after the jump.
1. What gets me about this extensive report in Sunday’s paper about the Trinity toll road isn’t the fact that the levee repairs will continue to hold up the construction of the road or that the NTTA has said again that projected tolls don’t justify the total cost of the project. My problem is that the conversation is still, “how are we going to build the toll road,” and not, “how are we going to raise the money to build the Trinity River Project without the toll road?” Last year at this time, Wick’s rough estimates put the money needed to build the project without the toll road at around $90 million (to put that in perspective, according to the DMN story, the toll road is currently about $1 billion underfunded). The toll road is never going to happen, so let’s pick up the conversation from there.
2. I’m starting to feel like the Monday barker who brings bad DISD news. This week’s sad song: ten of more than 30 DISD high schools are considered chronically failing.
3. A simple question for you to fight out in the comments: who is going to enjoy the Dallas Zoo’s six new elephants more: Elizabeth Lavin or John Carona?

Tim, here’s what the magazine looks like. It’s really nice. As your real estate reporter, I was at the launch party Thursday night and it was hoppin’…
Ebby Halliday is launching a new controlled-circ magazine called Grand Vie: Luxury in Living. (”Controlled circ” means they send it directly to homeowners, without being asked to.) Me, I think it should be Grande Vie, with an “e.” And I’m not sure why a smart company like Ebby Halliday would venture into the world of publishing, which we all know is dying. I mean, really. Below, you’ll find a YouTube video produced by the Grand Vie folks showing their first issue on the press. Fascinating stuff. We’re going to start doing this with every issue of D.
I like the D Spot campaign. Of course, even as I approach my 40th birthday, my sense of humor remains at about a sixth-grade level. So take my opinion in that context. What I don’t dig about the D Spot campaign is its execution on storefronts downtown. The whole point of the D Spot is showing people that there are cool places to hang out downtown. Me, today, I found my D Spot at City Tavern. Solid grilled cheese sandwich. And I like a place where people order shots before noon. But on the walk back to the office, I saw these two vacant storefronts plastered with D Spot insignia. Is it just me? Isn’t it a bit ironic that you’re trumpeting the hipness of downtown on abandoned businesses? (And, yes, I understand that a business like, say, City Tavern — an open business — is not going to want D Spot insignia plastered all over it. But still. You get where I’m coming from, no?)
In the comments to Leading Off this morning, someone asked why we hadn’t yet addressed the ruckus that Gil LeBreton caused with his Monday Star-Telegram column, in which he compared the Canada to Nazi Germany. Um, because we didn’t know about it? Because Zac, the guy who reads Deadspin around here, didn’t tell anyone about it? In any case, here’s the most offensive passage from LeBreton’s column about the Vancouver winter games:
After a spirited torch relay ignited pride in every corner of the country, the Olympic Games began and quickly galvanized the nation.
Flags were everywhere. The country’s national symbol hung from windows and was worn on nearly everyone’s clothing.
Fervent crowds cheered every victory by the host nation.
But enough about the 1936 Berlin Olympics.
Deadspin does a good job of tearing it apart. The Candians have their hackles up. LeBreton has issued a weak apology of the “I’m sorry if you were offended” variety. I have a hard time mustering much outrage over the affair. I do have one question, though: how the cuss did an editor let that get into print? It’s just a horrible analogy.
Periodically, we invite interesting people to come speak to our staff about interesting topics as part of the Brown Bag Series of lunchtime talks we started when we moved into the new building in October. (So far, those interesting people have included the Dallas Museum of Art’s Charlie Wylie and aerial photographer/more than I can list here Bobby Haas.) Yesterday, as part of the series, State Senator John Carona and Dallas County Republican Party chairman Jonathan Neerman paid a visit to our office. Their visit was timed to Carona’s appearance on our March cover. A few notes on the discussion, moderated by Wick, after the jump.