Sorry, I am late to the party, but I thought about this for some time and wasn't sure if I wanted to share it or not because it is kind of unbelievable. I have a distant second cousin living in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I think he is now 88 years of age. He lives in a fairly nice neighborhood and a friend of his, which is about the same age, lives across the street. As he tells the story; My cousin gets up pretty early each morning and on this particular Sunday morning, he was up and making coffee at 4:00 a.m., which is earlier than usual. As he was sitting at the table looking out his window with just a dim kitchen light on, he noticed a man running through the yard of his house and then across the street to his neighbor's house. He also heard a siren blaring on another street, but close by. He saw the man carrying something in his hand and then went behind the shrubbery in the front yard and ducked down. After several minutes, he rose back up and went out to the sidewalk and began walking away, but his hand was now empty.
After it became daylight and he saw his neighbor come out for the paper, it was now about 8:00 a.m. My cousin walked across the street and told his neighbor what he saw happen earlier. They looked behind the shrubs and found a bag. At first, they were afraid to open it thinking it may have snakes or a dangerous chemical in it. (I told my cousin he watches too much TV.) Eventually, they opened the bag and it was loaded with money. Some was wrapped with rubber bands around it and some was just stuffed into the bag. They couldn't decide what to do with it. Hide it? Call the police? Put it back and walk away? What to do, what to do? They decided to put it back and give it a few days to see if anyone would come back and pick it up. It was well out of anyone's sight, so they felt comfortable that no one would be able to see it. Each morning they would hurriedly check to see if the bag was gone and after almost three weeks, it was still there. So, again, they had to decide what to do.
OK, now comes the part that will puzzle you. He would not tell me what they decided. I really have no idea what they did. Did they turn it in? Did they keep putting it back? Or, did they split it up? I really do not know. I asked him why he wouldn't tell me and he said that if I don't know anything I can't repeat it to anyone. I was like, what's that supposed to mean, but he ended the conversation and hasn't or won't speak about it any more. That was about 4 or 5 years ago. I even tried making him feel bad by asking him, "Do you remember all of those free flights that I got for you when I worked at United? Well, don't you trust me enough to tell me?" He politely said, "No. I just don't think it's a good idea, so let's just leave it alone."
... sigh
