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    Christina had been tracking Reverend Ripoff for years. In her job
    as an investigative journalist, she had encountered some slimy
    people, but she always thought this guy beat them all.

    A few years ago, a viewer had told her about a shady charity
    run by Reverend Rip that was taking donations and government
    grants for inner city education programs. Instead of providing state
    of the art computer systems for students to use at the community center,
    Reverend Rip's stooges some decrepit boxes of transistors that could
    barely add.

    Christina had chased the money trail back to Reverend Rip,
    and it looked like his innocent followers were footing the bill for
    a string of four-star hotel stays and a garage full of fancy cars. But
    he was careful. He chose destinations far from his flock, where nobody
    knew his name. He tipped generously, so he could hustle out the
    back entrance at the first sign of a camera crew or a private

    Reverend Rip was slick, and he used accounting loopholes to uphold
    the letter of the law, so the feds couldn't do anything. Christina knew
    that the only way to help his deceived donors understand his true nature
    was to capture him on tape.

    Christina's cameraman, Bill, jumped at
    the chance to test out a new gadget. "It looks like a regular button," -


    he said. " He hooked it up so that it could send a strong video signal back to
    their news van, or even a nearby hotel room.

    That week, Christina trailed the Rev to a luxury golf resort. All she had
    to do was stay close by to capture footage of her target in compromising acts.

    Because she stayed in public places, she wasn't violating anyone's privacy.
    And she got more than she bargained for when she caught the married
    Rev sucking face with one of the bar staff.

    Whether or not it was enough evidence to convict him of fraud,
    the footage did make a big splash on Christina's newscast.

    The Rev abandoned his constant public lecturing in favor of a
    more practical, "no comment."

    A few months after he packed up and left town.

    Christina's station helped raise funds for a nice set
    of computers for those kids -- who also learned a lesson in

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  • Flower Pot Safe

    I have found that it's often the obvious that is

    Mike snickered. Sometimes his sister, Beth, had the craziest
    ideas. Mike was at Beth's home helping her put her affairs
    back into order after her husband's death. Today, he was
    photographing her valuables for insurance purposes. Beth had
    taken out a new policy and she wanted to keep her own records.
    After Mike was finished with the pictures and preparing to head
    home, Beth asked him to wait -- she had two more items to
    photograph. She then pulled her wedding and engagement ring from
    inside the flower pot that held her Easter Lilies -- the same pot
    that held Poinsettias last December. Mike was humored and asked
    her about her choice of hiding places.

    Beth generally kept the flower pot sitting on the kitchen counter
    when it contained flowers,and on the top shelf next to other
    empty pots when it didn't. Mike told her that he thought the
    flower pot safe was an odd place for her to keep her most beloved
    possessions. But, there they sat, right out in the open.

    But Beth explained that the flower pot safe was, in fact, the
    safest place for her treasures. So safe, that her rings had
    recently eluded a burglar and a dishonest cousin. The burglar
    had found the silverware and the cousin recently took a fair
    amount of cash out of Beth's wall safe. The rings were not
    touched. She asked Mike, "Where would a burglar or a thief look
    first?" After thinking about it for a moment, Mike had to admit
    that if he were a burglar, he wouldn't even think to look for
    valuables in a flower pot. He was pretty certain that a burglar
    would go through drawers and closets, or break into any obvious
    safe he or she came across.

    As Mike drove home, he thought about the various reasons a flower
    pot safe, or any diversion safe, would be useful. He lived in a
    low crime area, but he had a lot of company and so did his three
    teenage boys. You'd like to believe that you can trust everyone,
    but the reality is that you simply can't.

    Once he arrived home, Mike ordered two flower pot safes of his own.

    Should you?

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