Several years back, when Texas had just started having a lottery, this old chestnut raised its head. There's a locally-produced tv show--Austin City Limits--and a local country/rockabilly/etc. band called The Geezinslaws (or Geezinslaw Brothers). The Gs were playing a date on ACL. After one song there was a conversational interlude. (The shtick is that "Son Geezinslaw"{plays mandolin? banjo?}NEVER speaks and stands onstage with and absolute "deadpan" face. "Ring-Eye the Goose Geezinslaw"{plays/sings lead, guitar?}starts alot of his stories with "I'ze talkin' to Son th'other day and I asked him...and he said...", because noone can imagine "Son" saying anything.) Ring-Eye says, "I'ze tellin' Son th'other day 'bout The Lotto. They got prizes of 4, 5, 6 million dollars. I asked Son what he'd do if he won The Lotto and had 4 or 5 million bucks. He said he'd just keep playin' music tour dates til it was all gone."      
None of us is in Mr. Walton's will, so we probably won't ever know how he disposed of his stuff. He may have done some really good things with it. We don't know. We're all a bit jealous because we see so much need around us and wish we could satisfy it. We should probablly refrain from cattiness. We'd be better human beings, maybe.    T(meow)w