We interrupt our program to bring you this important message. I'm back, big,

I'm back, big jay. Biggé! Biggé! So what does it all mean? I'm finally back and there's no more revisited media even though I have enough, probably not as much as Prince, but I figure if I do

three to four episodes and then go on hiatus where I can work on other things like I work on the past six weeks, you can expect PIT, Book T, Star Trek T, Sports, T, Pop Culture, T, and Reality T, T,

T, and reality TV T.

And in between, you can also expect republishing and chair twirking because I have bad knees and feet

Thank you for joining me for this episode of Timfro was reading or a bonus episode of Timfro's bar if I get

sponsors but not until then and enjoy the shake mix. My apologies to Henry Mancini, but a riff on the pink panther theme is in alignment with a podcast segment dedicated to a fictional PI and all about true crime or fictional crime in this case.

Don't you think? I A scam is a scam. There are some frauds so well conducted that it would be stupid not to be deceived by them. This is an old

fraudster, old school fraudster, Charles Caleb Colton, a 19th century British cook. He was a cleric, a writer, and he himself

was a scammer. He fled from his creditors.

Ended up in the gambling salons in France,

won a fortune, lost a fortune, and then he killed himself instead of going through some type of surgery.

I don't know if I would want to go through surgery without antibiotics and clean

sterile technique in the 19th century.

Who that?

That's who I asked myself when I read this article in the New York Times,

Sunday New York Times that is, on the 18th.

So this was about two weeks ago now.

Front page, we got this ugly Johnny Depp wannabe talking about how his crypto dreams unravel,

because it's another griff.

And I basically use the Data Slo Fraud Detection

Worksheet to kind of figure this out,

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