Things that make you feel old; things that make you feel young; the “good ol’ days” of con artists...
Feeling old, briefly
I don’t stress much over my age. That’s just a number. Thirty, though, was my “favorite” age. Young enough to still have fun, but starting to get old enough to know better.
Last month, I noticed the photo of Beau Dauwalder and Holli Lefebre in an ad for their wedding, which took place on June 24.
When I saw Beau in that photo, it hit me - I’ve known Beau - and his mom and dad - for ten years.
Wow, how the time flies.
I kinda felt my age for a moment. But then I realized how lucky I am to have known Beau and his family since I first visited Montana in 2007.
Congratulations, Beau and Holli. Best wishes for a bright future.
And to Beau’s parents, Ron and Cindy Dauwalder, I can only imagine the pride you must feel.
Feeling much younger, thank you
Heading to the office one morning, I slowed at the intersection of 3rd Avenue and 6th Street in Fairfield. Looking to my left, my eye noticed a pedal-tractor next to the sidewalk.
I wondered if a kid had left it, possibly distracted on his way to plow the “back forty.” As I headed to work, though, I realized that not many kids today would see the fun in a pedal-tractor.
Not high-tech enough.
The next day I took the same route to work, but this time I stopped and snapped some photos.
I had a pedal-tractor when I was a kid. Back then, those were about as high-tech as a young kid could expect.
I probably imagined - in the area where I was raised - working fields planted with cotton and soybeans. Or maybe I thought about working the crops my kinfolk in Middle Tennessee raised, such as burley tobacco.
Whatever was in the fields of my mind, I must have enjoyed growing, because I recall that I wore the rubber parts of the pedals out.
Today, with the internet, we always hear news of the latest email scam or credit card security breach.
Recently, I was reading a story from the July 5th, 1985 issue of the Nashville Banner, which was the evening newspaper in Nashville, Tennessee for many years. The story reminded me that, before the computer age, there was an “art” to being a con artist.
Here’s how the con worked, in a real case that was reported in the paper:
A woman was approached in a grocery store in a shopping center by a con man who said he was lost and needed a place to stay. The man flashed a large roll of what appeared to be money and asked the woman to help him.
Another woman, working with the con man, came up to the first woman (who would have been known as the “pigeon”) and asked if she could help. Again, the con man, pretending to be lost, flashed his roll of cash.
Both the women pleaded with the man to be careful with his money. After a few minutes, the second lady said she might know a place he could stay, but that he shouldn’t be taking that much cash with him. The man refused, saying he could not trust either woman. The con man’s lady friend said she would put her money and his into a handkerchief, and let the other lady - the pigeon - hold it for safekeeping.
The con man hedged, and said if BOTH women would put their money into the handkerchief for safekeeping, he would trust the lady with his money.
So, the pigeon gave the con woman $130.00 to put into the handkerchief. The pair of cons hand the pigeon the handkerchief and take off, supposedly to find a place for the man to stay.
After an hour, when the con team had not returned, the pigeon took the handkerchief home. When she took a look she found that the con artist couple had stuffed the handkerchief with cut up newspapers.
It’s easy to think of the lady - the “pigeon” - as a rube. But are we any smarter when we post our lives on the internet?