Showing posts with label Residing in Memory Lane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Residing in Memory Lane. Show all posts

Monday, May 01, 2023

Some links about running for judge generally that may be of interest to new visitors


This morning's article about FWIW reaching the four million page view milestone has generated a goodly number of clicks and a whole bunch of new Twitter followers (which, admittedly, was something I hoped might happen when I put it up).

The following links may be helpful and/or entertaining for at least some of any new visitors who happen by.

The list begins with a 2017 reminiscence about my ill-fated 1994 10th Subcircuit campaign (the picture above shows one of my billboards from that debacle -- and, yes, the reason you can't see the punch number on that billboard was because, in 1994, I did not know enough to include it). The other four links on this list are to posts I did in 2021, attempting to answer the should-I-just-throw-my-hat-in-the-ring question, including a retelling of my really dumb countywide bid in 1996, but also providing a little Chicago history along with some of the lessons I eventually learned in the 15 years (so far) that I have covered Cook County judicial elections on this site.

If you are not a new visitor, do not be alarmed: regular programming will resume here shortly.

Herewith, then, the list:
If you don't want to deal with all this clicking back and forth, you can always wait for the book which I keep trying to write. Actually, click now and remember to buy the book later....

Thursday, August 26, 2021

On the passing of Judge Ronald C. Riley

I assume the Illinois Judicial Council will have an announcement when arrangements are finalized. This post may be updated accordingly.

I was saddened to read yesterday, on Facebook, of the passing of former Judge Ronald C. Riley.

At the time of his retirement (in 2008 or early 2009) Judge Riley was Presiding Judge of the Sixth Municipal District. But I had trials before him when he served in the Law Division and, later, in Chancery.

Actually, we never got the first juror sworn in the Law Division trial -- but it's that case that left me with an indelible, and positive, impression of the man.

Judge Riley's chambers in the Law Division had a small table set perpendicular to his desk. He used it as a conference table. And, if I don't remember the geography of the room exactly, I do remember that there would be heck to pay if one failed to push one's chair back under the table when standing up. Riley was (if I recall correctly) a Colonel in the U.S. Army Reserve, and he conducted his courtroom with a brisk, military air.

I recall exactly Judge Riley's remarks when I and my opponent arrived for trial that morning in September 1992. "Gentlemen," he said, "the motion courts are downstairs. The Appellate Court is upstairs. We do trials here."

(In those days, the Appellate Court still occupied the top floors of the Daley Center.)

The reason why this seemingly innocuous, though accurate, remark is so seared in my memory is that I had brought with me a very large stack of motions that I wanted to have addressed before we even thought about impaneling a juror. Mine was a first party business interruption insurance case arising from a truck accident -- and the insured had already received hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation from the carriers that insured the truck driver responsible for the collision. While the case had been pending for nearly six years before it went out to trial, a great many questions of law (concerning policy construction and damages) had yet to be resolved. Not for lack of trying on my part, mind you -- but motion judges seldom got reversed for denying or deferring motions.

Looking back after nearly three decades, I suppose the pile of paper I produced at that moment may have been fairly modest in comparison to the enormous stacks of pretrial motions I have since seen in, say, medical negligence cases. But, for me, at the time, it was a huge bulk of paper, and I felt like I was starting at the bottom of a very deep hole when I produced my pile and pushed it forward.

To my eternal relief, and gratitude, his initial remarks notwithstanding, Judge Riley gave my pile of paper respectful consideration. We were at least two days, and I think three, with an intervening weekend, working through the issues -- and, eventually, the issues were narrowed sufficiently for the parties to reach a settlement. Judge Riley did not negotiate that settlement; that was achieved by one of my partners, working with someone from my opponent's firm, and the adjuster, sitting in the courtroom. Or somewhere. But Judge Riley's willingness to wade into that thicket of paper and make considered decisions, made that resolution possible.

Thank you, sir.

Am Assistamt Attorney General before he was elected to a countywide vacancy in 1988, Judge Riley was a former Chair of the Illinois Judicial Council.

Tuesday, March 02, 2021

Or you could just run? More suggestions... for what they're worth

This has turned into a series. So be it.

A commenter yesterday cautioned me against giving away "tradecraft" for free. Tradecraft seems a rather exalted term for the reminiscences and suggestions I'm sharing here.

But, if you find these posts, or any posts on this site, useful or entertaining, there is a Paypal button in the blog Sidebar that you can use at your convenience. If you're reading this on your phone you will have to scroll all the way to the bottom of the page and push the "View Web Version" button in order to get to the Sidebar. Thank you.

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So you want to be a judge, eh? Before you ‘just run,’ browse through the archives here (links to all posts can be found in the blog Sidebar). You will find examples of:

  • People with ‘good’ ballot names who did not win;
  • People with glowing, unanimously positive bar ratings who did not win;
  • People who spent a lot of money and did not win;
  • People who received ‘big’ endorsements (e.g., the Tribune, or the Chicago Federation of Labor) and did not win;
  • People who received Supreme Court appointments to the bench and did not win;
  • People who were slated by the Democratic Party and did not win.

Indeed, you will find examples of some people who fit within two or more of the above categories and did not win.

So, does it follow that you should not worry about any of these supposed advantages and ‘just run’?

No. Hell, no.

This is a free country, of course, and you can just toss your hat in the ring and see what happens. You might win.

You might win the Powerball jackpot with a single $2 ticket, too. (This has not worked for me so far, however.)

And the archives will reveal that there are also instances where someone has won without spending a lot of money, without first getting appointed, without bothering with bar evaluations, and without apparent support from any political party.

But you, judicial wannabes, are lawyers and, hopefully, good ones. You know the value of preparation. While there have been stories of lawyers picking up a file for the first time in the morning and winning the trial in the afternoon, these tales often crumble, at least a bit, on close examination. I remember hearing a story once, 40 years ago perhaps, about a young lawyer who was handed a garden-variety PI file for the first time on Monday morning and told he was on trial. By Friday, a runaway jury had hit his client with a million dollar verdict -- but it supposedly made his reputation: Insurance companies figured he must have been a really hotshot trial lawyer because he was entrusted with such a “big case” so early in his career. They started sending him files directly, allowing him to set up his own firm.

Readers with agricultural backgrounds may have heard analogous tales of farmers falling into pig slop who got up smelling of roses. Who knows? Maybe those stories are true, too.

One thing you should notice when you peruse the archives here is that, many times, the persons winning election were not making their first race. Sometimes their bids were in consecutive election cycles; sometimes several years passed between their races. Sometimes people who lost a number of election bids reached the bench through the associate judge process. There’s no one formula; if there was, I’d have used it.

The biggest single mistake I made was in not conditioning those closest to me, my family, my friends, my business associates, to the idea that getting on the bench is, for the unconnected at least, a long-term process. I used up Lake Mead-sized reservoirs of good will and commitment on my maiden voyage in 1994 when I should have prepared all around me for the idea that my ignominious and, in hindsight, inevitable defeat was in fact a victory: Though I was a nobody that nobody had sent, I qualified for the ballot (despite all the obstacles that exist to prevent that), got decent bar ratings, and thereafter got all the way to the finish line without embarrassing myself or those I hold dear.

But in 1994, not knowing any better, I remember how embarrassed I felt, how devastated and embarrassed, when a friend called with results from the 47th Ward (on the opposite end of the 10th Subcircuit from where I live). In some precincts I had one vote, or two. In many, I had none at all. Shattering as this was for me, it was so much harder on my friends and especially on my wife, all of whom had worked so hard. I did not understand, then, what we’d accomplished together, and I could not find words of comfort or cheer.

In 1996, as you saw yesterday, I ran on personal momentum and desperation. I did not ‘build’ in any sense on what we’d done together in 1994. And I ran alone.

So, take heed wannabe judges: Run in 2022, but with 2024... or 2026... or 2028 in mind. Tell those around you that you are learning, together, how to run in 2022. In 2024, you’ll build on the experience you gain this cycle -- and, if lightning does strike this time, and you win, your loved ones will forgive you for being a poor prophet. But it does not necessarily work the other way around.

Having decided to run, and having accepted the reality that it may be a long haul, what should you do next?

If you’ve visited this site at all, you presumably know that you need to find, and lock up, the services of a qualified elections attorney at the earliest possible date. I don’t care if you think you’re the best lawyer since Darrow -- I don’t care if you are the best lawyer since Darrow -- you need an election law specialist to advise you. The Illinois Election Code is chock full of traps for the unwary and unspecialized. I am not an election lawyer. But find one. Soon. Even if you spend money on nothing else, incur this one expense.

You should also review, and purge, your social media sites.

I do not mean shut them down. If such a drastic step is really warranted, perhaps you should reconsider your interest in, and fitness for, judicial service.

I always tell people that you should put nothing on the Internet that would give you pause if it were read back from the pulpit by your pastor. Hopefully, you have engaged with the Internet on similar terms already. But... just possibly... on one or two occasions... perhaps... you got into flame wars with people you didn’t like in high school and really don’t like now. Not that your pastor would object to your opinions -- let us stipulate that all your opinions are sound -- but consider whether the language you used was ‘judicial.’ If not, purge those posts now, before announcing your ambitions, lest someone doing ‘research’ on you find and preserve them first.

Consider also whether you might scrub some of your opinions from your sites. No matter what opinions you hold, however mainstream, there may be someone who disagrees. You may be thrilled, as I am, by the revival of space exploration. I could watch videos of SpaceX landing its first stage boosters all day long. I’m following the Perseverance Rover Twitter account. But some bar evaluator may strongly believe that we should stay out of space until all our problems here on Earth are solved. I realize that none of this will come up in Traffic Court. But will the evaluator find fault with your enthusiasm and doom your rating with that group accordingly? Better to be bland. Remember, you are striving to become a professional neutral.

Pictures of your pets are probably fine. Pictures of your adorable children, too. The occasional sunset. But, will those pictures of you and your buds bending your elbows in a tavern, or smoking cigars at a tailgate party, be subject to misinterpretation?

I am a very mediocre photographer. But, for posts here I have, from time to time, pulled out my camera phone to take a picture or two of some of the attendees at an event. You should see how quickly people ditch their refreshments! They are not being prudes; they are merely being prudent. Profit by their example.

Use your social media to boost your campaign – even before anyone knows you’re running. When you attend an event, pose for pictures with any prominent person who will hold still long enough. Pose with the sponsor. Pose with someone (no selfies). Post these pictures. Name the people in your pictures; they may “like” your posts and may “share” or “retweet” or whatever. There may be quite a few votes and maybe even campaign donors lurking among your Facebook “friends” and LinkedIn contacts. Control your own image and start building your brand.

There’s more to talk about, but we’ll take that up in a future post. Meanwhile... start browsing... and purging.

Monday, March 01, 2021

Or you could just run? Some suggestions if you're thinking about it -- part 1

In my last post I teased a darkly humorous postscript to my judicial campaign adventures. I redeem that promise herewith:

This is a funnier story when I suggest or infer that I somehow possess a Kiss of Death or Cloud of Doom or otherwise cursed the victors. But I do not actually dabble in the Dark Arts. It is simply a matter of historical fact that the persons who won the races that I entered in 1994 and 1996 ultimately lost... big time.

The winner of my 1996 primary race never even made it to the November ballot. Appointed by the Supreme Court, slated by the Democratic Party, and endorsed by the Chicago Tribune, the successful primary candidate went on a post-primary vacation to Belize... where he was busted by local authorities for having marijuana in his fanny pack. When word got out about his guilty plea, the judge in question (who had been assigned, naturally, to Narcotics Court) withdrew from the ballot...

... Leaving the field clear for a Republican, of all things, to win the race, unopposed. (There were actually three countywide Republican candidates contesting the 13 vacancies in 1996, which tells you how long ago this was.) I belive this candidate holds the distinction of being the last Republican Cook County judicial candidate elected countywide.

As a Republican, this judge was never my opponent, so even if you care to ascribe to me some Dark Powers, despite my careful denial above, the effect of my 'curse' on him should have been more or less tangential, not direct. And, indeed, this person even got retained once, in 2002, although he was already facing charges brought by the Judicial Inquiry Board. In 2003, this judge got a 30-day suspension from the Illinois Courts Commission. By the time the 2006 election rolled around, he was gone.

The candidate who won my 1994 race was first appointed to the bench in 1991. After his initial appointment expired in 1992, he stayed in office pursuant to three recall orders before handily winning the first primary election in which I 'just ran'.

The problem was that this judge was not actually living in the 10th Subcircuit when he ran for office; he falsely claied his parents' address as his own. The Judicial Inquiry Board ultimately lodged a complaint against him, in 2002, raising this charge (and others) and the Illinois Courts Commission removed him from office in 2004.

There are any number of lessons you could draw from these examples. Never wear a fanny pack, for one. And the others?

I hope you don't need me to point out that politics in this county isn't always played according to Hoyle. Just last week, WGN-TV carried news of a new report from the University of Illinois at Chicago that names Chicago as the most corrupt city in the nation. Again. You may blush and stammer about it, but a good many of your friends and neighbors take a sort of perverse pride in this dubious civic achievement: We're Number One!

The corrosive effect of this systemic corruption can not be understated.

But let’s be clear: The problem is not that everyone is hinky and nothing is on the level. Most people -- the vast majority of people -- are honest, and at least as trustworthy as their interests allow, and even those who are inclined to bend, or ignore, the rules don’t always do so. As is true of every walk of life, there are crooks and thieves in politics. There are others who are in it solely for their own selfish purposes. But there are also many truly dedicated public servants. The problem is figuring out who is who.

In our local culture, where corruption is tolerated, even sort of celebrated, one can never truly be certain that anything is truly on the up-and-up. That's the corrosive effect of long-term corruption. Doubts grow about people, about institutions, about everything. If something happened once, and was exposed, how many times has it happened without detection?

Take the case of George J.W. Smith. Appointed to an 11th Subcircuit vacancy in 1995 by the Supreme Court on the recommendation of the late Justice Charles Freeman, he lost his 1996 primary race –- but was returned to the bench via another appointment, this one from the late Justice Mary Ann McMorrow. In the 1998 primary, in a crowded field, Smith squeaked through, ultimately winning election to a different 11th Subcircuit vacancy.

There might have been a happy ending to this tale but for the fact that Judge Smith decided to divorce his wife. If we were to do a post on what not to do if one successfully reaches the bench, this would be high on the list -- especially where, as in the case of Judge Smith, he allegedly asked his wife to contribute $10,000 of what supposedly amounted to a $30,000 bribe to secure the initial 1995 appointment.

But... a bribe to who?

At the time, suspicion centered on former Ald. Edward Vrdolyak. It was well-known, and even well-documented, that Justice Freeman was inclined to accept Vrdolyak’s recommendations when judicial vacancies needed to be filled.

“If you want to be a Cook County judge, see Edward Vrdolyak. That’s the advice Supreme Court Justice Charles Freeman has given more than one judicial hopeful.” That’s how Abdon Pallasch and Chuck Neubauer began an article in the October 24, 2000 Chicago Sun-Times. In that same article, Pallasch and Neubauer quote Freeman’s lavish praise of Vrdolyak:

“He has the ability to reach out to the Democratic Party, to some of the committeemen who I’ve never had a rapport with -- he likes to be a player,” Freeman said. “Have I talked with him about doing that kind of thing for other candidates? Yes I have.

“He’s had value to me, to people that I’ve wanted to prepare. He would bring together black committeemen to support candidates -- get ‘em in a room and have a breakfast. Who can do that? I would love to see (Cook County Board President John) Stroger do that. But that’s not what John Stroger would do.”

Smith ultimately pled guilty to federal ‘currency violations’ – withdrawing his $20,000 share of the alleged bribe from his county pension in three increments of less than $10,000 each, that being the “threshold that would have required the bank to notify federal authorities,” according to a March 6, 2002 Tribune article by Matt O’Connor.

That same article reported that Smith admitted filing a false tax return for 1995 (not reporting the $20,000 withdrawal). He also admitted other wrongdoing relating to the handling of his late brother’s estate, but he apparently never identified the person who got the money to allegedly secure the judicial appointment. O’Connor’s article concluded:

Authorities hinted that a broader investigation into the buying of Circuit Court judgeships continues.

“There are other allegations that remain under investigation,” said Blake Hamilton, the FBI’s assistant special agent in charge in Chicago. “And we will continue to pursue all aspects of those allegations to their logical conclusion.”

Justice Freeman was never accused of any wrongdoing in connection with Smith’s appointment. According to Abdon M. Pallasch’s May 27, 2002 Sun-Times article, “the realization that she had [reappointed] Smith based on referrals and not knowing enough about his background prompted” Justice McMorrow to name a committee to assist her in vetting potential judicial appointments.

Every Illinois Supreme Court justice has such a committee these days.

But the poison continues to circulate in the system. There are whispers about how this judge, or that one, first got to the bench. There are whispers about who paid what to who, although, of course, never for the record. And before anyone gets any ideas, these sorts of rumors won’t appear in the comments here either. If someone chooses to publish a tell-all memoir, however, I’ll be happy to review it. I won’t hold my breath waiting.

The point is that, in seeking to join the Cook County judiciary, though you are personally purer than Caesar’s wife (as the old expression has it), you may be potentially tainted by your association with Cook County politics. If you are successful, whether by appointment, or election, or through the associate judge process, there may be rumors about you.

Ordinarily, of course, it is not considered a good thing to be friendless and alone. But, when it comes to Cook County politics, being friendless and alone pretty much guarantees that you will never be hauled before a grand jury investigating political corruption.

Contrary to some of the comments to Friday’s post, I am not saying don’t run for judge.... If you’re reading this far, you probably have run, or are thinking about it, or know someone who is. I’m not trying to dissuade you, and I wouldn't succeed if I tried. But I have been closely observing the process for over a decade now and, while I can’t offer any magic formulas for success, I have seen some patterns and practices that you may find helpful as you pursue a career change, and I will start talking about that in my next post on this subject.

Friday, February 26, 2021

Or you could just run? That is terrible advice....

Regular visitors to this site have seen that an anonymous person keeps leaving comments here, urging people with judicial ambitions to simply run for election, bypassing the associate judge process, and possible slating, and bar association screening.

Maybe it's more than one person; there have been so many of these comments. And, for every one you've seen, I've flushed at least another. They are redundant, repetitive, and, in my view, aggravating.

First and foremost, I think "just run" is terrible, horrible advice.

I can't believe it is offered sincerely. I hypothesized, in this post, that the person offering this terrible advice must be trying to create a need for his or her services as a campaign consultant, and I further suggested that, instead of playing this game, he or she just buy an ad.

No one's buying an ad, but the comments continue, now with a petulant tone. For example:

  • Or you can just run. Before you delete this comment, Jack, know that you misconstrued it. I am not [peddling] services or goods. Frankly there are no goods or services that can help most candidates. This game, and make no mistake about it being a game, is nonsense. Voters have no idea who any of us are. Politicians don't have the heft or desire to “push” us and use us as ATM machines. Our best chance is to simply run; the more the better. Bar association ratings are rigged, as is Tim Evans’ short list. So save your money, give nothing to consultants or politicians and just RUN!
  • Skip the bar associations. Skip the advisors. Skip the hawked goods and/or services. Skip the committee creatures. Madigan is done. Burke is done. Grow some spines and do your thing.
  • Or you could just grow some spine and run — paying nobody for a good or service.

The reason I think this is dumb, horrible advice is because I've tried 'just running.' Twice, in fact.

The first time I ran, in the 10th Subcircuit, in 1994, I didn't even know I was 'just running.' I knew about slating, of course, but Richard J. Daley had gone to his eternal reward at the end of 1976. Jane Byrne's election, or surely Harold Washington's two wins, signaled that the Machine was dead and gone, right? I could not have picked my committeeman (at the time, State Rep. Ralph Capparelli) out of a lineup; I hadn't the first clue how subcircuit slating was handled.

And I'd never even heard of campaign advisors in judicial races. Consultants. Pollsters! Such persons esisted only in far higher profile races, right? (In fairness to me, I don't believe there were nearly as many persons dabbling in judicial races in the early 1990s as exist now.)

I ran the classic kitchen table campaign -- as in Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland and "c'mon kids, let's put on a campaign!" (Not even all the Baby Boomers will catch that reference. But it captures our naivete and boundless, though baseless, optimism.) My then-partners wrote checks and held a couple of fundraisers, my wife chased down parents on the parish school playground for petition signatures, I had friends and family leave doorknob hangers with flyers and refrigerator magnets (never in the mailbox -- it wouldn't do for a judicial candidate to violate postal regulations, would it?), and I went house to house, and stood at bus stops and Blue Line stations, and went anywhere were I could get in the door. I got lots of folks to send out friend-to-friend postcards. I had snazzy campaign buttons.

Not many people wore the buttons. Or paid attention to the postcards. And I didn't get into nearly enough places. I obviously didn't knock on nearly enough doors. I finished dead last. (I wrote more about my 1994 run in this 2017 Page Two post.)

What did 'just running' get me in 1994? On the plus side, I lost 15 lbs. campaigning.

On the negative side? Well, let's tally it up, shall we?:

  • I drained the family savings accounts, buying campaign tchotchkes and billboard spaces and newspaper ads, loaning the campaign money I would never get back;
  • I burnt out my wife;
  • I burnt out my family;
  • I burnt out my friends and neighbors; and
  • I burnt out my partners.

But I still had the bug real bad. As 1996 approached, as Adlai Stevenson III once said, I felt the sap rising.

The thing I thought I'd learned in the course of my 1994 run is that a subcircuit, though only 1/15th of Cook County, is a really big place. I didn't have enough friends and relations to make a sufficient dent. Besides, no one I knew -- except me -- was particularly interested in me running again. So, in a Wile E. Coyote genius move, I decided to bypass the two 10th Subcircuit races in 1996 and throw my name in countywide. I really, truly, "just ran." I was simply hoping for lightning to strike. Just as Anonymous now advises.

I had my pride, I thought. I took pains to dot all the i's and cross all the t's necessary to get on the ballot. My petitions were not challenged in 1994 or 1996. I appeared before the county slating committee, too. It was a Hooda Flock moment.

You know... as in the committeemen muttering hooda flock is that guy? But I kept blundering on -- just running -- just as Anon is urging my readers to do now -- going nowhere, but going there every night. I wasn't raising money, but I was still spending some... and I still had those snazzy buttons, didn't I? Not that anyone wanted them....

Meanwhile, my wife was house hunting. Our fifth child learned to walk during the 1994 primary season and our starter home was, in my wife's opinion, finished. We needed more space.

One night I came home and my wife told me she'd found our new home. I didn't want to move. I wanted to get elected judge. That was the priority. That was the quest.

"Look at it this way," my wife told me, finally, "now you will have two houses where you can put your lawn signs."

The sad, inescapable truth is that there weren't too many other lawns where I could put my signs. We bought the house. We live there still. And I finished last again in 1996.

There's a darkly humorous denouement to these campaign misadventures, one that bitter, cynical observers of Cook County politics can surely appreciate. I'll share that in my next post on this subject, coming soon.

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Part 4: Similarities and differences between a DIY project and the interpretation of an insurance policy

Concluding today, for what it's worth, a reflection on constructing a cabinet and how courts should engage in the proper construction of an insurance policy. For Part 1 of this series, click here. For Part 2, click here.

I won some of the coverage cases I brought for that client I introduced in Part 3 of this series. If I had the heart (or stomach lining) to go back and look, I’m sure I would find that I won more than I lost.

But---and I think this is true of most lawyers, and certainly true of most lawyers that I have known personally---it is the losses that we remember most vividly. Even when we try to forget.

The case that I believe finally cost me this coverage client involved two judges. Both of whom were very good judges. Judges that I liked and respected. Still do, actually.

I laid out a very careful case, in a cross motion for summary judgment, as to why my carrier had no duty to defend a particular suit. There were other paths to the same conclusion, but this one, I thought, was the strongest: There could be no duty to defend because the claim for which a defense was sought was not presented during the term of the claims-made policy. With a 15 page limit and a convoluted cast of characters I had to make some difficult editorial choices.

The first learned judge did not agree with my argument. In denying my motion, the judge found that a lawyer’s letter, written to the insured during the policy term, constituted notice of the claim to the insured. The problem with that approach, which the court did not consider, was that the policy also required that, if an insured received notice of a claim during the policy term, it had to promptly notify the carrier. This it did not do. (It did give notice of this letter to the carrier because the insured didn’t think that the letter really constituted notice of a claim either; this was a quality the letter did not acquire until it was examined under the distorting glare of hindsight.)

Anyway, head bloodied but unbowed, I filed a new motion, carefully delineating how the court’s objections to my initial argument necessitated a favorable ruling on this alternate argument. I don’t think I could have lost that motion if the first judge had continued with my case.

Unfortunately for me, soon after I filed the second motion, because of a change in Chancery Division procedures, my coverage case was removed from this first judge’s calendar.

The second judge was reluctant, for one thing, to interfere in his predecessor’s decision. That is, generally, a good thing. But he was obligated to take up my motion.

When the motion was argued, my opponent—also a good person and a good lawyer—complained bitterly about my position that the policy showed two paths to a favorable disposition: “Counsel is really saying here that, heads, he wins and, tails, I lose.”

Of course I wanted to shout, “Bingo! That’s it exactly!” I am pretty sure that I was slightly more moderate in my actual response.

But the truth is, insurance policies are written in belt-and-suspenders language by persons who are trying to leave nothing to chance. So there may be far more than two routes to a given result, depending on how well the underwriters have anticipated a particular problem. That’s not a defect in coverage.

But the second judge found that there could or might be questions of fact about whether the failure to give notice was reasonable -- at least in part because the insured would not have seen the letter in question as constituting notice of a potential claim -- leaving my insurer stuck defending an underlying case, at great expense, most of which was admittedly not covered (but, you know, if one count is covered there is a duty to defend all) and thoroughly dissatisfied with my ability to predict results.

And the punchline? Or the punch-in-the-gut-line in this case: There was no way in Hell to recover damages for the one event which might, arguably, possibly, maybe have taken place during the policy term. At most, if they succeeded in their claims, the plaintiffs would have wound up relieved of an obligation to pay for something that they were supposed to have paid for, but in fact did not. Something that actually enhanced their property values, albeit against their wishes. And, like any normal liability policy, the policy only required the insurer to pay, ultimately, for damages caused by a covered event.

And the second judge was careful to make the disposition not final, so we couldn’t take the decisions up on appeal even if the carrier was willing to take that route.

I believe in my heart of hearts that both of these judges bent over backwards to be as “fair” as possible to all concerned even though the law and the policies commanded a different result. They both recognized that the warring parties in this case were two groups of neighbors who hated each other; pulling the plug on coverage would, potentially, give advantage to one side over the other... but for the fact that the plaintiffs had no actual damages and really owed the neighbors they were suing a great deal of money. The insurance company’s money, funding the defense, merely provided the fuel to keep the flames of the dispute going. And I’m quite sure the judges in question never intended me any harm. If they thought of my position at all they figured I was getting paid and therefore benefitting from the suit’s continuation. But it cost me the client.

Well, boo hoo, you say: Next time, find more understanding clients. The lesson you may think that can be drawn from these anecdotes is that the Circuit Court of Cook County finds ways to give insureds a break. The big, bad insurance companies can surely afford it.

Unfortunately, when they strive for ‘fairness’ instead of going where the law and policy language requires, our courts wind up being consistently inconsistent. And that may redound as much to the detriment of insureds as insurers.

Fast forward several years. I was representing an insured in a coverage case. From a distance I can see where our position might be viewed as quixotic.

Suffice to say that my client ran a gymnasium and he and a group of instructors in his employ gave lessons to kids. One of the insured’s instructors allegedly had inappropriate contact with one of those kids. More than one. And right out in the open, at the gymnasium, too. The instructor in question was arrested and the arrest was reported in the local paper.

The insurer wrote my client and announced that, on the basis of this initial news account, before any complaint was filed, it would refuse to defend my client. Never mind that, under Illinois law, “Refusal to defend is unjustifiable unless it is clear from the face of the underlying complaint that the facts alleged do not fall potentially within the policy’s coverage.” RLI Ins. Co. v. Illinois National Ins. Co., 335 Ill.App.3d 633, 644 (2004). The carrier’s potential duty to defend can only be ascertained when an insured is sued and the complaint tendered for a defense. This is well established: “To determine whether the insurer has a duty to defend the insured, the court must look to the allegations in the underlying complaint and compare these allegations to the relevant provisions of the insurance policy,” Outboard Marine Corp. v. Liberty Mut. Ins. Co., 154 Ill.2d 90, 107-08 (1992).

And the consequences of an unjustifiable refusal to defend are quite severe: “Once the insurer breaches its duty to defend... the estoppel doctrine has broad application and operates to bar the insurer from raising policy defenses to coverage, even those defenses that may have been successful had the insurer not breached its duty to defend.” Employers Ins. v. Ehlco Liquidating Trust, 186 Ill.2d 127, 151-152 (1999).

On the other hand, there is language in Ehlco and elsewhere to the effect that there can be no estoppel if there was no duty to defend in the first place.

And here is where the Circuit Court---another judge for whom I have the greatest respect---went astray.

The policy in question had not one, but two exclusions for sexual misconduct. If it was merely a question of the insurer’s intentions, it was obvious that the carrier had no intention of providing coverage in any case alleging abuse or molestation of any kind. And, of course, I just reminded you that insurers, being belt-and-suspenders types, will not hesitate to erect multiple barriers to coverage they do not wish to provide.

But the Devil is in the details -- in the instructions for the cabinet, for example, or the language of the policy. Or, in this case, in the language of the exclusions. The exclusions were not identical. And the differences between them gave rise, at least in my analysis, to an ambiguity that would, of course, have to be construed in favor of my client, the insured. Because, ordinarily, the intentions of the parties to an insurance contract can only be ascertained from the policy language itself.

However, in this case, the trial court could not get past the fact that the insurer did not intend to cover suits that in any way raised an issue of molestation (and, believe me, the underlying plaintiffs strove mightily to plead into coverage or, in this case, around those exclusions). The trial court could not see any ‘fairness’ in giving the insured coverage---potential coverage, really, just a defense against the various suits---when he could have, and should have, seen the exclusions in the policy. That’s the problem with deciding coverage disputes according to one’s own notions of ‘fairness’ and not strictly according to the law and policy language: It is impossible to predict how a court will rule on the law and the policy without knowing, in advance, who the judge will be and what are his or her notions of ‘fairness.’

These decisions have real-world consequences, as in this case for the victims of the instructor’s misconduct who lost all hope of recompense from the insurer because the trial court built the cabinet that the insurer intended and not the unintended jumble that would have resulted if the policy had been construed as written. (In addition, the insured found it necessary to reallocate his limited funds in light of the adverse coverage determination, which is the nicest way I can say that a large portion of my bill went unpaid.)

Now I do not mean to suggest that always applying the law as decided to the policy as written will always result in judicial happiness and satisfaction. But it is the right and, dare I say it, fairest thing to do.

To illustrate, we go back in time a generation or so. There were only two motion judges in the Law Division in those far off days, and a lot of the first party insurance litigation that now is heard in Chancery was decided either in the Law Division proper or by one of the two Extraordinary Remedies judges who heard cases that were also technically filed in the Law Division. The kind of insurance litigation I was doing then was much more basic, as befitted my age and station in life. I filed summary judgment motions or §2-619 motions presenting issues like whether the insured forfeited coverage by failing to show up for an Examination Under Oath, or by failing to file a Sworn Statement in Proof of Loss upon request, or by failing to file suit within the limited time permitted under the policy.

The two Law Motion judges decided most motions as they were presented, often explaining why they were ruling the way they did, complete with case citations, allowing bright and attentive youngsters, like me, to write down a list of useful cases while waiting to step up.

Well, I was young anyway.

On occasion, though, the motion judge would decide that a particular motion was worthy of full briefing and extended argument. The motion would be set for hearing on the afternoon contested motion call.

For a young lawyer, this was pretty nifty -- a chance to enhance one’s legal writing skills and to speak extensively in court. I had many such opportunities before a succession of motion judges but I recall, in particular, the several occasions I appeared before Judge Thomas J. O’Brien.

In those days I always fought for insurance companies, one in particular, in order to make my daily bread. I assume that, while in private practice, Judge O’Brien, like a lot of attorneys, fought with insurance companies to make his. Regardless, it was my clear impression that Judge O’Brien did not like insurance companies.

But, as I recall, Judge O’Brien never let his attitude toward insurance companies affect his decision making. It did, however, sometimes impact his demeanor....

The attorneys would be waiting in the courtroom for the judge to come out for the afternoon contested call. If Judge O’Brien came out relaxed and smiling, I got nervous. If he told me what a fine brief I’d submitted, or what a good argument I’d made, I knew I was doomed: I could start drafting the order denying my motion.

If, on the other hand, the judge came out aggravated, maybe a little red-faced, I dared to hope that he’d not found a way around me and I might prevail.

The point is---and this was certainly my impression at the time---that the court went where the policy and the law and the facts required. And it seems to me that this is really the way to be fairest to all sides.

Now I realize that these comparatively simple contract disputes of happy memory are not entirely comparable to some of the count-the-angels-dancing-on-the-heads-of-pins questions that may arise in other policy interpretation cases. And I also realize that good judges will understandably try and take a ‘big picture’ point of view. I accept as an article of faith that a settlement is almost always preferable to a judgment.

But the judge tasked with deciding a coverage issue may not be able to direct, much less control, a settlement of the underlying case, and his or her good offices may not even be welcomed by all parties thereto. Still, telegraphing the likely direction of the coverage disposition, arrived at by remorselessly following the policy and the law where it leads, even without actually issuing it, might have a far happier impact on the ultimate resolution of a matter than pulling one’s punches on the coverage question in a misguided attempt to be ‘fair’ to all concerned. Or to maintain the status quo.

I say follow the directions and see what results. Even if what results from the process doesn’t look much like the cabinet offered for sale.

And, not that it really matters, but, for what it’s worth, my cabinet came out just fine. All five drawers fit and everything – although my wife says, and I have reluctantly verified, that the middle drawer sticks some. But I think I know how to fix it.

Monday, February 15, 2021

Part 3: Similarities and differences between a DIY project and the interpretation of an insurance policy

Continuing today, for what it's worth, a reflection on constructing a cabinet and how courts should engage in the proper construction of an insurance policy. For Part 1 of this series, click here. For Part 2, click here.

Even with pre-drilled holes that lined up perfectly, I knew I was going to have a tough time trying to put the cabinet drawers together.

And I did.

First off, how could I hold the two pieces of wood – or wood-like material (after all, this was not a particularly expensive cabinet kit) – at right angles to each other and screw them together? I calculated that I would need at least three hands.

Yet, somehow, after what seemed like a day and a half, but was probably more like an hour and a half, I got the first of the five cabinet drawers finished. Well, all but the drawer guides actually, but the instructions said not to do that until all five drawers were assembled.

The second drawer went faster.

By the time I finished with the third drawer, I had begun to wonder whether there was a Nobel Prize for drawer assembly and, if so, whether I was eligible.

Here, of course, I was irrationally exuberant. But I have experienced at least a little flush of euphoria when an apparent solution to an insurance coverage problem has occurred to me, and I expect that judges who handle such cases have experienced this, too: The organizational plan of a policy of insurance, jumping from coverage part to endorsement and back, and back again somewhere else, is not always obvious. And policy language is often dense and obscure at best, perhaps even prolix---now there’s a word you hardly ever see used except in conjunction with insurance policies---so it is, I hope, understandable that one might feel some sense of accomplishment when the policy starts coming into focus.

But this giddy feeling can lead one astray.

After finishing the drawers, I was supposed to attach the metal drawer guides. I of course referred back to the instructions, trying to figure out which went on which side and how it was to be affixed to the drawer. Even with a magnifying glass, the drawings were no help. So, as Dr. Suess said of the Grinch, I puzzled until my puzzler was sore. Lining up the holes was no help: These lined up in several different ways, even in ways that I could see that would certainly not work.

Eventually, I settled on a configuration that seemed consistent with the directions. I put the guides on one drawer and, thankfully, had the presence of mind to try inserting that drawer into the cabinet first.

It fit.

It rolled in and everything.

But it was obviously wrong.

With this configuration I might get three drawers into the cabinet, but certainly not the five that were supposed to be there. And they’d be spaced like Michael Strahan’s front teeth.

Here was a perfect illustration of how an insurance policy must be construed as a whole in order for the policy construction to be correct: If all a judge looks at is the narrow issue—does the drawer fit?—the problem was solved. Call the next. But, if I had allowed myself to declare victory (and say to heck with the two other drawers), I was 100% certain my decision would be reversed once my wife got home.

If this had been an actual court case, however, instead of a DIY project, you can bet there would be someone advocating in favor of the three-drawer solution. And the judge charged with resolving the matter might be tempted to be “fair.”

I know how wrong this sounds, but at least when it comes to insurance cases, I don’t want judges to be fair---at least if ‘fairness’ involves departing from the path described by the policy, and only by the policy.

I can best explain this with some anecdotes.

Not too many years ago I had the privilege of representing a carrier on coverage matters. Basically, the carrier hired me to give opinions concerning disputes it had with its insureds in specific instances. My role was to figure out how a court should decide the controversy. So when I said ‘pay this claim’ it wasn’t because Jack was feeling generous on Thursday but because I had concluded, after reviewing the policy and the applicable case law, that the Circuit Court of Cook County would most likely order the claim paid. Similarly, if I said ‘let’s fight this one,’ it wasn’t because I was hard up for billing, though I usually was, but because I genuinely believed that the Circuit Court of Cook County, when presented with the policy and the facts of the dispute, would find that it had no choice, under the law, but to agree with my carrier.

While it may be different with enormous exposures in environmental cases, at the level I was operating at---mostly liability and D&O policies for condominium associations---there was no strategic or financial incentive to litigate ‘close’ cases. If I told the carrier a case might go either way, the carrier generally opted to accept coverage. It was cheaper.

The problem with this practice is that one has to be right. All the time. Now this is my blog and you’ll just have to take my word for it that I never once suggested filing a declaratory action where I wasn’t absolutely right on the law. At the very least you have to admit I tried very hard to be right.

For example, where a policy provided the insured with coverage for “negligent” acts, and the underlying complaint expressly charged the insured, in both counts, with conduct that was “intentional, malicious and egregious,” I advised the carrier there was no duty to defend.

Easy-peasy, right? Open and shut?

I lost that case.

The trial judge, apparently trying to be “fair,” noted that the plaintiff could have drafted a sufficient complaint for the same relief without alleging intentional or malicious conduct. Which---by the way---was absolutely true. It was also, in the law, completely and totally irrelevant: “It is the actual complaint, not some hypothetical version, that must be considered” in determining whether an insurer has a duty to defend. Steadfast Insurance Co. v. Caremark Rx, Inc., 359 Ill.App.3d 749, 761 (2005).

In most cases---in nearly all cases, in my experience, except this one---a plaintiff’s attorney will do his or her darndest to craft a pleading that will implicate the defendant’s insurance coverage. Because, if the carrier can be forced to pay for a defense, it may also fund a settlement, or at least contribute to a settlement. This is called pleading into coverage and, if I may so myself, when I have assisted in the representation of plaintiffs who were faced with the problem of problematic coverage on the other side, I have been pretty good at it.

In the case I’m referring to here, however, the plaintiff hated the defendant so much that he did not want the defendant to have coverage. Without giving away too many identifying details, though the underlying suit was one seeking damages (including punitive damages of course), the plaintiff’s real object was not so much money as it was control of certain property. Defendant’s attorney (and I know this because he was also counsel for the insured in my ill-fated declaratory case) begged his opponent to file an amended complaint that would properly trigger coverage. To absolutely no avail.

You can imagine how losing such a case was received by my client. Who expected me to be able to read a policy and the case law and properly advise it on how a court would likely rule when presented with the question. But, you may say, this could be an instance where the judge was simply wrong---judges, like all people, are fallible beings---and the court’s decision in that case was simply erroneous and not an instance of misguided “fairness.”

But I have some additional anecdotes that will, I hope, help to illustrate my point and I will get to these in the next installment.

To be continued Wednesday....

Saturday, February 13, 2021

Part 2: Similarities and differences between a DIY project and the interpretation of an insurance policy

Continuing today, a reflection on constructing a cabinet and how courts should engage in the proper construction of an insurance policy. For Part 1 of this series, click here.

I do not suggest that every judge in every coverage case must spend hours and hours in silent and desperate contemplation of the policy Declarations, as I did with the cabinet instructions, first trying to physically identify Parts A through QQ, then refining the search by category, trying, for instance, to distinguish the four different drawer guide rails from each other, holding each piece in turn and holding a magnifying glass over the drawing of each part, trying to determine the distinguishing characteristics of each.

But I think everyone has heard tell of a DIYer who, heedless of instructions, assembled a seemingly serviceable something from the parts provided, looking just like it was supposed to – and winding up with dozens of unused, unexplained parts. In an insurance coverage case, the failure to take every part into account is a miscarriage of justice.

“A court must construe the policy as a whole and take into account the type of insurance purchased, the nature of the risks involved, and the overall purpose of the contract,” Pekin Insurance Co. v. Wilson, 237 Ill.2d 446, 456 (2010). “It is a fundamental rule of construction that meaning and effect, if possible, be given to every part of the contract so that one provision is not construed to annul another.” Saint Paul Fire & Marine Ins. Co. v. Frankart, 69 Ill.2d 209, 216 (1977). See also, Sheehy v. Sheehy, 299 Ill.App.3d 996, 1000-01 (1998) (“Contract language must not be rejected as meaningless or surplusage; therefore, it is presumed that the terms and provisions of a contract are purposely inserted and that the language was not employed idly”).

I think that judges, particularly experienced judges who handle insurance contract disputes on a regular basis, tend to generalize too much. Like the savvy DIY-er who calls up a YouTube video instead of studying the actual directions for the product under construction, a judge may rely on outside factors---what he did in other cases, for example, involving similar policies.

Granted, insurance policies are fairly standardized these days. Some carriers, like Allstate and State Farm, may use proprietary formats, but a lot of property and casualty carriers simply use forms developed and promulgated by the Insurance Services Office (ISO), often without any modification whatsoever. But... ‘often without’ necessarily means ‘sometimes with’ – and a seemingly innocuous change in an ISO form may, or should, be outcome determinative in a given case.

The other thing that veteran judges sometimes do is make unwarranted assumptions about what the outcome in a case should be based on their understanding of what the policy in question is supposed to provide. The experienced DIYer gets a kit for a storage cabinet and she builds it because she knows how it is supposed to be built. But the proper construction of an insurance policy, unlike a storage cabinet, depends on the meticulous execution of the building instructions. The instructions may be flawed—experienced DIYers will all have tales about how following the instructions too closely would have produced a pile of junk—pre-drilled holes that did not line up with the hardware to be affixed—or vital component pieces that turned out to be improperly sized—but the proper construction of an insurance policy requires following the instructions to the letter, even if it produces an unrecognizable mess instead of a handy storage cabinet.

Although insurance policies are ordinarily construed like any other contract, Central Illinois Light Co. v. Home Insurance Co., 213 Ill.2d 141, 153 (2004), insurance policies are different from other contracts in this important respect: In most contract cases, if a contract provision is deemed ambiguous, parol evidence may be admissible to ascertain the parties’ true intent (Thompson v. Gordon, 247 Ill.2d 428, 441 (2011)); however, in the law of insurance, a policy provision that is determined to be ambiguous will just be strictly construed against the insurer, the drafter of the policy. Pekin Insurance Co. v. Wilson, 237 Ill.2d 446, 456 (2010).

A court has the obligation to ascertain and give effect to the intention of the parties in a contract dispute, whether the contract at issue is for liability insurance or the delivery of widgets. But with insurance policies, a court discharges this “primary function” from the policy language alone. Founders Ins. Co. v. Munoz, 237 Ill.2d 424, 433 (2010).

The thing is, when one enters into a contract for the sale and delivery of widgets, the object and purpose of the contract is abundantly clear, and so are the parties’ intentions: One party expects widgets, the other expects payment. The parties may build some contingencies into their agreement: There may be provisions addressing a sudden decline in widget prices, or if the widget makers should go on strike. There may be penalties for late delivery. But what if widget prices unexpectedly rise? What if a shipping strike prevents timely delivery? While not every possible mishap may have been foreseen by the parties to the widget contract, no one has to guess about the parties’ ultimate intent and purpose.

The parties’ intent is not so clear with insurance contracts. If all goes well with one of these, nothing happens.

In the case of a contract for the sale of widgets, if a dispute develops, the issues are pretty well limited: The widgets weren’t delivered. The widgets were delivered late. The widgets were delivered timely, but were defective. Only some of the widgets were delivered. The buyer failed to pay for the widgets.

There is no real limit to the kinds of disputes that can develop in a dispute over an insurance policy. This is as good a starting point for trying to ascertain where insurance disputes may arise as any: While an event that must happen will not be covered, any event that might happen may be. Mattis v. State Farm Fire and Casualty Co., 118 Ill.App.3d 612, 621-23 (1983). Insurers employ underwriters to anticipate and identify and evaluate possible claims before they occur but, as the old saying goes, “Man plans – and God laughs.”

The insurance contract is not activated unless something unforeseen occurs. One might say that if anything happens, the insured intends that the policy will cover the loss and the insurer intends to evade payment. But that is unfair as well as untrue: Insurers spend a lot of money calculating the odds, and pricing their products accordingly, but insurance companies issue policies with the abundant certitude that some claims will be presented by some policyholders and that these will have to be paid. It is fair, however, to say that, in ascertaining whether any particular loss presented was within the coverage contemplated by the parties at the time of contracting, the analysis must be conducted in full, and perhaps distorting, glare of hindsight.

I think this is the real reason why, in resolving insurance disputes, courts are instructed to look solely to the language of the policy. The policy language pre-dates the loss. Anything that either party does following the loss is posturing. (This does not address those situations where post-loss conduct, by insurer or insured, must be evaluated in light of the terms of the policy – or where the insured arguably causes a loss or otherwise voids coverage by pre-loss conduct – these are subjects for a different day.)

Anyway, after a full day of agonizing over the directions, and following them as best I could, my cabinet began to take shape. Already an improvement over my junior high efforts, the thing in my living room was clearly rectangular in shape, not merely a parallelogram. I even had the rails installed on the walls of the cabinet where the drawers were to be inserted. But I still had to build the drawers. This undertaking was deferred to Day 2.

To be continued....

Friday, February 12, 2021

Part 1: Similarities and differences between a DIY project and the interpretation of an insurance policy

Starting today -- for what it's worth -- a reflection on constructing a cabinet and how courts should engage in the proper construction of an insurance policy.

I was engaged in a project for a couple of days last week, a project that began innocently enough, as my wife and I were watching the evening news.

A decorator was interviewed about ways in which to keep one’s work space and one’s living space separate... even when they occupy the same space. My wife, a Spanish teacher with students in many different grade levels, was particularly enamored of a rolling cabinet with five drawers and a larger storage compartment which might help her consolidate and improve her home storage of things she doesn’t need in the classroom everyday.

We found one online.

Included in the fine print of the description of said cabinet were the three most dreaded words in the English language: “Some Assembly Required.”

The two most wonderful words in the English language are “Check Enclosed.”

This being February, the month of Valentines, you may be thinking about the three most wonderful words in the English language. A significant number of FWIW readers will look at the preceding sentence with some befuddlement. What, they will wonder, do Valentines Day or February have to do with the three most wonderful words? Of course, a large portion of FWIW readers think those three most wonderful words are, “You’ve been slated.”

But I’m stalling.

Just as I tried stalling after the large box containing the makings of our new cabinet arrived on our doorstep. But, finally, I screwed my courage to the sticking place and, after dropping my wife off at school, resolved to try building the cabinet.

I faced the large box with all the enthusiasm of a condemned man climbing the stairs to the gallows.

Some people are naturally good at DIY projects. My father built a grandfather clock from a kit and a 1927 Bugatti replica from another kit and an old Volkswagen Beetle chassis. After many a trying morning, my father would take a lunchtime stroll through the hardware section of the Sears store in the Loop. To relax.

I did not inherit these qualities. I only go into hardware stores under compulsion, and then warily, fearful that all those smiling, ostensibly-helpful men and women in orange aprons can tell at a glance how breathtakingly incompetent I am.

It’s been more than a half-century now since I had to take a shop class in junior high, and I am still scarred by the experience. While the other kids were mastering drills and lathes and various sorts of power saws, making chairs and lamps and decorative end tables, all of which are presumably still enjoyed today by their children and grandchildren, I was struggling, with hammer and nails, and under the constant and nervous supervision of our teacher, to produce a bookshelf. With two shelves. That listed to port. The shop teacher used to call me his ‘special project.’ I passed—mainly because I did not maim myself or anyone who inadvertently came nearby—but I believe the shop teacher retired immediately after I completed the course.

But back to the present.

I unpacked the cabinet box carefully, spreading the component parts around the living room, trying to guess which was which. I found two smaller boxes within. One had the wheels. The other had the drawer guide rails, screws and cam locks of various sizes, wood dowels, and, thankfully, the instructions.

The talented DIYer disdains the printed instructions. He or she may check it to be certain that all the pertinent parts have been included. But the experienced DIYer thinks he or she can figure out what needs to be figured out without further reference to the instructions. If the going gets tough, a YouTube video can always be found and considered.

It was at this point that I realized that there a great many similarities between a DIY project and the proper interpretation of insurance policies. Both involve construction (insert sting here) – but, actually, I am entirely serious.

Too many judges are like the experienced DIYer who thinks the instructions (or, in the case of an insurance policy, the Declarations) to be unimportant, even optional.

To be continued.... (Click here for Part 2.)

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

R.I.P. QT

Zay N. Smith, who gained lasting fame with his reporting of the Better Government Association/ Sun-Times Mirage Tavern investigation, passed away last night at the age of 71.

Smith later became the host and moderator of the Quick Takes column at the Sun-Times. Like everything else at that paper, "Quick Takes" shrank, to "QT", before being jettisoned, along with Smith, from the Sun-Times in 2008.

Smith continued the QT column on various websites that I've linked to over the years.

The Mirage Tavern stories were riveting stuff for Phil Zukowsky and me back in 1978, when we were students at Loyola Law School. We did a long 'think piece' about the ethics of reporters inserting themselves into a story as Smith, Pam Zekman, and the rest of the BGA/Sun-Times team had done. Assessing our chances of getting our story into the Columbia Journalism Review as non-existent, we settled for publication in Blackacre, then the student newspaper at the Loyola School of Law.

Thankfully, our article seems to be lost to history.

But I do recall quite clearly that, since Loyola had no journalism school, Phil and I thought we should seek a comment for our story from the Dean of Northwestern's Medill School of Journalism.

Somehow we got the good man on the phone. We explained our quest -- and he responded: "I don't talk to student reporters." This had to make it difficult to conduct classes.

The linked obituary notes that Smith also taught at Medill. He apparently did speak to student reporters.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

On the passing of Dr. Neil Winston


When somebody drops offline these days, I worry.

That's a sentence I could not have imagined myself writing back in the mid-1970s when Neil Winston and I were both undergraduates at Loyola. Neil is the guy on the left in the picture above; you probably recognize the guy on the right. When this picture was taken, Neil was the one who was the President -- the President of the Chicago Medical Society.

In addition to his service in that role, Dr. Winston served as a Trustee for the American Association of Public Health Physicians (from 2006), a Trustee of the Illinois State Medical Society (ISMS) (from 2002), a member of the ISMS House of Delegates (from 1994), and a member of the Illinois Medical Political Action Committee (IMPAC) Board of Directors (from 2002). Dr. Winston was also active with the AMA as a member of the Illinois delegation to the AMA House (from 2006); he served on the Commission to End Health Care Disparities since 2005. He was also a member of the Board of the Illinois Channel. All these biographical details, in fact, are taken from a tribute to Dr. Winston written by Illinois Channel Executive Director Terry Martin.

These remarkable accomplishments were in the unknown future back when we were at Loyola. This is the Neil Winston I remember from undergraduate days, back when we served together on the student government. But I particularly remember Neil as a photographer. He was officially the photography editor for the Loyolan yearbook only once---I looked it up this afternoon---but my recollection is that he was deeply involved in supplying photographs for the yearbook every year during those long-ago undergraduate years.

It was through photography that we would would reconnect, many years later, after I joined Facebook. He regularly put up professional-quality photos he'd taken at sporting or political events. I'd "like" his photos and he'd "like" the much more amateurish pictures I'd post of me and my latest grandchild. He even plugged this blog a couple of times, during primary seasons past.

He was quite active on Facebook -- and then he wasn't.

I knew Mr. Zuckerberg was fiddling with the Facebook algorithms, whatever they are, and so some people were expected to pop up more frequently, and others less so.

And I know lots of people who have abandoned Facebook entirely, or at least cut back substantially, because it has become almost as toxic as Twitter.

But I didn't think either of these a sufficient explanation for Neil's disappearance. So I started to worry. Some weeks ago I looked up his Facebook page. There were all sorts of posts -- and then there weren't any more.

I searched for Neil's name online at the time, but came up with nothing specific. Or conclusive.

I looked again this afternoon. I now find that Dr. Winston left us in March.

I don't know where to send the Mass card. But I felt I should say something. So here goes:

Eternal rest grant unto Dr. Neil Winston, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Sunday, February 05, 2017

Rule 23 in the news this week -- and an illustration of the 'be careful what you ask for' rule

It had to be coincidence, right?

Justice Michael Hyman's partial concurrence and dissent in Snow & Ice, Inc. v. MPR Management, Inc., 2017 IL App (1st) 151706-U, was front page news in Wednesday evening's Law Bulletin. In my email Wednesday afternoon was an update from the Appellate Lawyers Association. Both concerned suggested changes to Illinois Supreme Court Rule 23.

The ALA chose Wednesday to report that the Supreme Court had "voted during its November 2016 Term to make no changes to" Rule 23 at this time.

The ALA, Chicago Bar Association, and the Illinois State Bar Association had written a joint letter back in 2014 to then-Chief Justice Rita B. Garman proposing that Rule 23 orders be citable as persuasive authority. (Currently, Rule 23(e)(1) provides that Rule 23 orders are "not precedential and may not be cited by any party except to support contentions of double jeopardy, res judicata, collateral estoppel or law of the case.")

The Supreme Court chose not to act on the 2014 request but, according to the ALA, "invited the Associations to undertake a comprehensive review and 'consider whether there is continued value to distinguishing between published and nonpublished dispositions since they are all available electronically and no longer bound in paper form.'"

Joined by representatives of the Executive Committee of the Illinois Judges Association, the ALA, CBA and ISBA set up a Special Committee on Rule 23 and, this past August, "submitted a revised proposed amendment to Rule 23 that would permit the citation of Rule 23 orders issued after the amendment would take effect as persuasive authority." But the Court again said no.

Currently, the majority of a panel deciding a case determines whether a case will be disposed of by a published opinion or under Rule 23. In Snow & Ice, Inc., Justice Hyman advocates for what he calls "the one justice rule": "in cases with a dissent or special concurrence, the preference of a single justice, rather than a majority of the panel, [should be] sufficient to publish the decision as an opinion" 2017 IL App (1st) 151706-U, ¶28.

Hyman notes, 2017 IL App (1st) 151706-U, ¶¶51-52, that the First, Fifth, Sixth and Ninth Circuits of the U.S. Courts of Appeal have a publication rule in place similar to the one he suggests, as do state courts in Alabama, Arizona, California, Indiana, Missouri, North Dakota, and Texas.

Illinois used to be on this list, too. My research over the past couple of days leads me to believe that the 'panel majority' rule came into effect in 1994. I am virtually certain that, in 1991, the filing of a dissent automatically made what had been a Rule 23 order into a published opinion.

I choose not to name the case here, but let me explain the facts.

Plaintiff discharged her lawyer at some point after filing suit. I don't know why. New counsel was engaged and ready to take the case over, but the first attorney was unwilling to relinquish the file until there was an agreement reached on a division of fees and costs.

This is a bad idea of many levels, not least of which is the fact that the fee can not be properly allocated at such an early stage: The first attorney is entitled to a quantum meruit recovery but, until the case was resolved, no one could fairly say how much or how little the first attorney contributed to the eventual result. The second attorney should have tendered the first attorney's costs and promised to protect the first attorney's lien rights and the first attorney should have handed over the file.

I don't know whether the failure to respond to defendant's initial written discovery requests prompted the dismissal of the first attorney or whether the first attorney refused to answer the discovery because he'd been discharged. I do know, however, that the discovery went unanswered for roughly six months. A sanctions motion was eventually filed. About five months after the motion was filed (11 months after the discovery was served), Attorney #1 withdrew and Attorney #2 entered an appearance. About a month after that the sanctions motion was granted. In the published opinion, the Appellate Court said the sanctions motion was granted ex parte, but the motion had been pending, at that point, for roughly six months and presumably both attorneys, the one who withdrew while the motion was pending, and the one who appeared while the motion was pending, knew or should have known about the pending hearing date. In this case, therefore, I believe ex parte merely means that no one showed up to oppose the entry of the dismissal.

Three more months dragged by before Attorney #2 decided to do something about the dismissal.

A §2-1401 petition was filed, with supporting affidavits. Section 2-1401, then and now, requires that a §2-1401 "petition must be supported by affidavit or other appropriate showing as to matters not of record." The affidavits are necessary to establish a party's due diligence; a §2-1401 can not be granted unless the movant can show due diligence and a meritorious claim (or defense).

In this case, though, the affidavits were defective. They were stricken. An amended §2-1401 petition was then filed, supported by different affidavits. The published opinion does not so state but, as I recall, the second set of affidavits were not only deficient technically, they contradicted the first set of affidavits factually, setting up the always-awkward question of were you lying then or are you lying now?

The trial court agreed, and struck the affidavits once again -- stating expressly that the attorneys were negligent and not diligent -- but, this time, the trial court granted the petition.

I don't remember with certainty when I got involved in the case. It wasn't mine from the beginning. I know I was involved in the appeal. I may have gotten involved at the §2-1401 stage, but my memory, over 25 years later, is fuzzy. I do remember roping in a new associate to work on the appeal with me. After all, I told her, this case presented a typical bar exam question and she was much closer to the bar exam than I was. (When I took the bar, §2-1401 was called §72, but it was basically the same statute, and the affidavit and due diligence requirements were unchanged.)

You probably saw where this was going long since: The Appellate Court affirmed, in what was initially a Rule 23 order, on the basis of "fairness." Both the trial court and the Appellate Court were reluctant to punish the plaintiff because her attorneys could not "cooperate."

There was no associate assisting me on the petition for rehearing. I was almost certainly a tad intemperate. I'm sure I brought up the standard-bar-exam-question angle.

My screed caught the attention of one of the panelists---but only one---and she filed a dissent agreeing that it was error to grant a §2-1401 petition without supporting affidavits and where due diligence was not established. The filing of that dissent, under Rule 23 as it existed in 1991, caused the order, which would otherwise have never been heard from again, to automatically become an opinion. My temper tantrum caused an unfortunate result to become a knot in the otherwise smooth fabric of §2-1401 precedent. I got snarky thank-you notes from more than one plaintiff's attorney when that case hit the advance sheets. I remember one note said, You lowered my malpractice premiums with this case. Thanks!

Be careful what you ask for indeed.

At some point the nice insurance company that was paying our fees decided it would be best to move on. I don't know if this was before or after the PLA (which was denied) but it was certainly before the Motion for Leave to File Instanter a Motion for Reconsideration of the Denial of the Petition for Leave to Appeal that I filed anyway, missing a good part of our Christmas party that year, eating my time instead of whatever meal the others were having.

(And, of course, this motion, too, was denied -- although, ironically, several years later, also at Christmastime, I drew on my experience in drafting that awkwardly named motion to draft another such motion in another case which was actually granted.)

I'm no fan of Rule 23. I used to say, with some bitterness, that all my appellate victories were buried in Rule 23 orders -- and all my losses were in published opinions. But (a) this is not true and (b) with the passage of time, I've come to realize that it's the result that counts, not whether a disposition is published. And, besides, there have been a few occasions, over the years, when I was glad for the cloak of Rule 23. Anybody who's done this kind of work can recount instances of making good arguments in not-so-good cases.

But the problem with Rule 23 probably lies in its application, not so much in the concept. Despite the experience recounted above, I'm inclined to agree with Justice Hyman's suggested "one justice rule" for publication. And there was one other point that Justice Hyman made about a circumstance where Rule 23 should not apply (2017 IL App (1st) 151706-U, ¶38), namely, "reaffirming a rule of law's viability despite its age."

Justice Hyman illustrated this principle by positing an opinion written in 1977 that plainly states a rule of law. The rule hasn't changed in 40 years and, therefore, according to Rule 23, a new case expressing that rule need not be published. "But," suggests Justice Hyman, "a 2017 opinion restating that rule, and analyzing a modern factual scenario, can be helpful to today’s lawyers in understanding the rule’s continued applicability. (And reassure lawyers that they have found the most recent, accurate statement of the law.)" (2017 IL App (1st) 151706-U, ¶38.) To this, I would add that a reaffirmation of long-standing principles now and again would also provide comfort to trial judges increasingly skittish about relying on non-public domain authority....

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Congratulations to Tony La Russa, Esq. on his enshrinement in the Hall of Fame

Phil Zukowsky and I were the editors of the Loyola Law School newspaper, Blackacre, in 1979-80. We knew that the then-White Sox manager had taken the Florida Bar Exam, and we'd heard that the results were in, and we were putting the current edition of paper together. Somehow -- and I can't remember how -- we managed to get a call into the Florida Board of Bar Examiners. In those long-ago days that involved getting a long distance line from the Loyola operator and there may have been some begging involved.

However we got the call made, when we got through we found out that, indeed, Mr. La Russa had passed the bar. Passing the bar was very much on our minds in those days. We presumably ran a small item.

Hey, you have to grab onto greatness when you can.

Little did we know then -- little could we know -- how great La Russa would turn out to be. Tito Landrum wasn't yet a phrase that could make strong men (well, strong men who were also White Sox fans) weep. Mr. La Russa's three world titles could not have been imagined then either. Nor could we have imagined his enshrinement in Cooperstown.

A number of commissioners were lawyers -- Fay Vincent, Bowie Kuhn, Happy Chandler -- Kenesaw Mountain Landis was a federal judge in Chicago when he became the first Commissioner of Major League Baseball. All except Vincent are in the Hall of Fame. But, surely, La Russa is the first lawyer-manager to enter Baseball's Valhalla.

Hey, you have to grab onto greatness when you can. Especially when you can make a blog post out of it.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Petitions, past and present, and hanging around outside the 9th Subcircuit slating meeting

The beautiful Fall weather we've all been enjoying recently has been particularly significant for persons interested in judicial elections. Pretty much everyone takes advantage of this beautiful weather to go to football games or cut the grass or hang out the laundry, but political people see this extended clement spell as perfect petition weather.

Last weekend, veteran blogger Carl Nyberg emailed me inquiring whether judicial candidates are gathering their own signatures.

It's not required, you know. A candidate with lots of organizational support can find more than enough surrogates to conduct this thankless task. With enough money, a candidate can hire the work done.

Any judicial candidate -- any candidate for any office -- needs significant help to gather enough good signatures to meet the stringent signature requirements for ballot access in Illinois. If judicial candidates were required to get all their own signatures, they wouldn't have time to practice law. But what Mr. Nyberg was interested in was whether judicial candidates are really getting out and talking to voters -- and that's a fair question.

Some, surely, are bringing their petitions to their kids' football games. I've signed my share of petitions at school sporting events before. But that's not really getting out and talking to the voters. Oh, sure, the candidates' fellow football or soccer parents are voters, too, and every signature counts, but these are friends or, at least, nodding acquaintances of the candidates. There's something to be said for trudging door to door, I thought to myself, poll sheet in hand, asking complete strangers for their signatures and, ultimately, for support.

It was by following this method that I was introduced to the Chicago equivalent of Derbett's Peerage 20 years ago, when I ran (quite unsuccessfully) in the 10th Subcircuit. When I could get someone to open their door, I was likely to be cross-examined about what I did for a living. I was in private practice, I'd respond, providing varying degrees of detail depending on the interest (or patience) of the person at the door. I quickly found out that being in private practice ranked me below any Assistant State's Attorney, Assistant Attorney General, Assistant Corporation Counsel or Assistant Public Defender.

Sometimes people would try and be helpful. Well, what about your father? they'd ask. Was he Police? Fire Department? Streets and San? With each negative response, you could see their hopes for my candidacy dwindle further. My father was an attorney, too, I'd say finally. At that point (in the Fall of 1993), he'd been a lawyer for over 40 years and was one of the most respected lawyers in the title insurance industry. Title insurance? they'd ask, doubtfully. It rekindled no spark in my would-be supporters, however. Still, nearly all of those who stayed with me this far would sign my petitions, if only out of pity. "Good luck," many of them said. The "you'll need it" was seldom expressed openly, but always implied.

My reminiscence was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

Sure enough, it was someone passing petitions.

The man at the door asked me to sign the sheet for the Democratic slate of MWRD candidates. I did. "Are you doing this for Mary O'Connor, then?" I asked (I live in the 41st Ward). "No," said my visitor, "I'm helping out Johnny Mulroe." Well, I thought, all politics is at least partly personal. Still, State Sen. John G. Mulroe is the President of the 41st Ward Democratic Organization (Ald. Mary O'Connor is the Committeeman) so I took that as a distinction without a difference.

My visitor also had two judicial petitions for me to sign. One was for Katherine A. O'Dell, who is running in the 10th Subcircuit. There's been no slating yet in the 10th but I had heard the real battle for slating would be between sitting Judge Anthony C. Kyriakopoulos (who dropped out of the 10th Subcircuit race in 2012 when then-Ald. Tom Allen jumped in) and Assistant Corporation Counsel Linda J. Pauel (who has attracted significant support, including that of 45th Ward Ald. and Committeeman John Arena). Perhaps my informants weren't as well informed as they thought. My visitor's other petition was for Judge Peter J. Vilkelis, running for the Connors vacancy, the vacancy to which he was most recently appointed by the Illinois Supreme Court. (Judge Vilkelis was passed over by the Central Committee of the Cook County Democratic Party for that vacancy in favor of Assistant Attorney General Kristal Royce Rivers.)

Petitions were still on my mind Tuesday evening when I showed up for the 9th Subcircuit slating meeting at the Skokie office of Niles Township Democratic Committeeman, State Rep. Lou Lang. Rep. Lang explained that the room where the candidates would be interviewed was too small for me to observe, but he welcomed me to stay and visit with the candidates while they waited their turns.

I stayed for a few hours and I can advise Mr. Nyberg that most of the 9th Subcircuit hopefuls that I saw, at least, were apparently carrying petitions on their person. Some 13 candidates were scheduled to present their credentials to the assembled committeemen or their proxies. FWIW has mentioned seven of these so far this cycle -- Judge Michael F. Otto, soon-to-be Judge Jerry Esrig, Anjana Hansen, Thomas M. Cushing, Michael Strom, Megan Goldish, and Abbey Fishman Romanek -- but also scheduled to present were Monica Forte, Brian Alexander, Carolyn Gallagher, Sheryl Rae Ghezzi, Dennis Fleming and Mary Rita Luecke.

The back room must have been small -- and uncomfortably warm besides -- because, although room was found to accommodate Northfield Township Committeeman Mike Kreloff when he arrived late, the interviews grew shorter as the evening lengthened, and soon I had no more waiting candidates in the outer office with whom I could schmooze. Jake Peavy was pitching for the Sox in the ALDS, albeit the wrong Sox, and I took advantage of the lull to sneak home.

Although the interviews of judicial candidates are now concluded, Rep. Lang said Tuesday night that the committeemen would not be voting on a slate that evening.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

How Justice McMorrow helped my daughter with an assignment in 8th grade

Former Illinois Supreme Court Chief Justice Mary Ann G. McMorrow passed away Saturday. The Illinois Supreme Court has issued this tribute to Justice McMorrow (Chief Justice Kilbride has also issued a statement concerning McMorrow’s passing). Jerry Crimmins and John Flynn Rooney have a nice article about Justice McMorrow’s life and career in today's Chicago Daily Law Bulletin (subscription required). I can’t improve on these tributes, but I would like to add my own little story.

In the Spring of 1998 I was virtually unemployed. I’d just left the law firm where I’d practiced for 18 years and set up a new ‘eat what you kill’ partnership arrangement with a college classmate, Mark Boyle. A couple of weeks into my new venture, I was beginning to realize that I had vastly overestimated the amount of business that would follow me from the old firm. About the only thing I could count on keeping at that point was my column in the Law Bulletin (thank you, Paul Zelewsky); I wrote a lot of columns in 1998.

The kids' school calendar progresses without regard to the concerns of an anxious father. Thus, I was informed in due course about Take Your Daughter to Work Day. My oldest girl, Katie, then in 8th grade, was expected to accompany me to work – and write a paper about her experiences. I was fortunate to scrounge one matter for court that day (covering for my partner), but it only involved presenting a motion in an 11th floor Daley Center Courtroom and getting a briefing schedule.

Even I understood that this would not give Katie a lot to write about. However, the Women’s Bar Association of Illinois had scheduled a reception that evening. Hoping that this might somehow rescue Katie’s Take Your Daughter to Work Day experience, I bought two tickets. As I recall, Judge Henry A. Budzinski, a law school classmate of my father's, was one of the honorees. I could count on him to say something nice to Katie about her grandfather (and he did).

Supreme Court Justice Mary Ann G. McMorrow was the other honoree.

You’ve read in each of Justice McMorrow’s obituaries that she was the only woman in her graduating class at Loyola University Law School in 1953. In fact, she was one of the very few women in the entire university during the early 1950s. My mother, who was enrolled in what was then called the School of Commerce, was another. (Completely unverifiable family tradition has it that there were only four women at Loyola’s downtown campus when my mother was there; there were none at Loyola’s Rogers Park campus.) When I introduced myself and Katie to Justice McMorrow, the justice was kind enough to say something like, "Oh, yes, you write those articles" -- building me up for my daughter's sake. I quickly mentioned my mother's overlapping attendance at Loyola –- and Justice McMorrow was just as quick to assure my daughter (whether it was true or not) that she well remembered Katie’s grandmother. Katie was thrilled (and now she had plenty for her paper, too).

Etiquette on these occasions requires the honoree to merely nod at each introduction, shake hands, and turn to the next person in line. Instead, Justice McMorrow went out of her way to make my daughter welcome. I was very grateful to Justice McMorrow for her kindness and graciousness that evening. I still am.