[Denise_DPhiE]

I like the "hide in plain sight rule". In the late 1990s, I got robbed. My sorority pins were on a felt board on top of dresser near jewelry box. They were still there when I got home. First clue to the police, theif did not go to college. They must have thought I was a snob but turns out I was right. Crackhead Bob was a High School drop out looking for drug $ (he worked for daddy's architecture business and walked the neighborhood at lunchtime looking for drug $). . He got caught selling my stuff at a jewelry store. Too bad for me that daddy kept him out of jail. Long story short, I got back my other gold jewelry six months later after the case was closed.