|Posted: June 8, 2006, 11:50 am - IP Logged|
Ethical issues get fairly foggy in lost and found matters.
During the late '70s an acquaintance of mine named Mike, who was teaching school up in the Panhandle was sitting on his porch one summer evening when a kid he knew of 10 or 11 years old walked by carrying three bricks (pounds) of a green, illegal substance.
"Look what I found!"
"Hmmm. How much will you take for them?"
Mike forked over his quarter, figuring the kid needed to be relieved of the stuff as quietly and easily as could be without a lot of hoopla. He had visions of someone wanting to get the stuff back fairly badly.
So, once it was secured on his kitchen table he asked himself, "What now?"
After some consideration Mike donned a pair of rubber gloves, wrapped one brick in brown paper, addressed it to a late-lady friend who'd done him badly wrong, broken his heart, and moved off to New Orleans. Those were the early days and they were just getting sniffer dogs in the larger post offices.
Mike put a false return address on the package and drove over to a nearby berg to mail it.
The other two bricks, he turned over to a policeman acquaintance, who came back a few days later and presented him with a $100 bill.
So far as I know he never made any effort to find the original owner of this property, but he figured justice was done, anyway.
Lost and found issues and ethics can travel off in a lot of different directions.
Absorb the good, ignore the bad, weigh the ugly.
It's about number behavior.
Egos don't count.
Dedicated to the memory of Big Loooser