Well you know Jeepman, when I was 12 years old, I went into a phone booth to call home (after seeing a movie) and I noticed a purse sitting there. I looked all around outside of the booth, and no one around. Made my call, and I showed the purse to a buddy of mine who was waiting outside the booth. Down the street was his Dad's hardware store. We took the purse to the store, and had a look in. There was no i.d. in the purse but there was almost $1,500.00 in cash, and this was 35 years ago. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't tempted to split it with my buddy, (prior to going to his Dad's store, but it was just way too much money for a 12 year old to have, and the thought of doing this scared me, and made me paranoid, and the lies that would have ensued to cover it up.)

I was always told by my parents that honesty was always the best policy. My friend and I walked to the police station (near the store) and I turned it in. The policeman on the desk told me I did a good thing, and that the owner would be very happy. The police told me if it wasn't claimed within a month, it was mine.

A month went by. I called the police, and they told me someone had claimed it. No thank you note. No nothing. I was disappointed, naively thinking there'd be at least a reward or a thank you.

I put my faith in karma, instead.

...but if Rick does win the lottery and needs decisions/help on how to spend it, I'm at his service...and a side trip to Mandolin Bros. and Elderly would be a definite possibility. :-)