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Posted on January 15th, 2016

I was back at work in the office bright and early yesterday morning.  I didn’t intend to be there.  I didn’t want to be there.  But I had no choice.  On Wednesday night I once again failed to win the Powerball.

Having failed to win the $900 billion jackpot last weekend, I was absolutely convinced I was going to win on Wednesday night and become America’s newest billionaire, or more accurately, America's newest $1.4 billionaire!

I figured the odds were on my side.  After all, I have been buying Powerball tickets for years and have never won, not even when the grand prize was a measly $200 million dollars. 

Eventually, I am going to win, and I’ve already determined exactly what I’m going to do when this happens.

First, I will quit practicing law.  For years I’ve seen the Powerball grand prize winners being interviewed on TV.  They invariably announce that despite the fact that they have just won hundreds of millions of dollars, it is not going to change their life at all.  They are going to return to their jobs at the Acme Rocket Sled Company or the law firm of Dewey, Cheatum and Howe, or the nail salon, or wherever they work.

Well, no offense to my fellow shareholders and co-workers at Lewis Thomason, but when I do finally win the jackpot of the Powerball lottery, I will not be making any more appearances in Court or at depositions or even in conference calls where most of the participants sleep.

This does not mean I am going to quit working.  I’m going to work very hard at my new job as CEO of the Bill Haltom Foundation, a charitable organization that will sponsor a needy family, namely the Haltom family.

I also plan to move, but I’m not telling you where.  I  intend to be like the hero in one of those John Grisham novels who after beating the Mafia in Court obtains a new identity through the Federal Witness Relocation Program and escapes with Julia Roberts to an undisclosed deserted island.  (Note to Claudia:  Just kidding, dear.  I do intend to take you with me to that undisclosed deserted island since I know that once I win the Powerball lottery, you will quit your job and devote the rest of your time to being a billionaire’s wife.  We will be just like Mr. and Mrs. Thurston B. Howell on Gilligan’s Island.)

Of course, rather than moving to a deserted island, I may just decide that after becoming a Powerball billionaire, I will devote my life to public service.  Specifically, I will change my name to Donald Haltom, buy myself a Lear Jet, and fly around the country running for President of the United States.  In all of my campaign speeches, I will tell the voters, “I should be your President because I am a winner!  Yes, I won the Powerball!  None of my opponents have won the Powerball, and therefore they are a bunch of losers!” 

But otherwise, I’m not going to change.  I’m just going to be the same Bill Haltom, or more accurately the new Donald Haltom, you’ve always known and loved. 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go out and buy another lottery ticket, and then return to the office.  But I won’t be there for long.


Frank Crawford: When you win, can I be your spiritual adviser?

Laura Bishop : Selfish of me but very thankful you didn't win :) need you still to work for 1 more month...

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