I Found A Tracker Hidden Under My Car After My Son-In-Law Worked On It. I Didn’t Confront Him. I Let It Ride North — And Waited For The Call.

you. They assume that because you’re over sixty and female, you’re automatically helpless, confused, and ripe for manipulation. What they don’t realize is that I’ve spent forty years dealing with teenagers, tax auditors, and insurance companies. I know how to spot a con artist, and I know how to outmaneuver them.

I drove to Radio Shack—yes, they still continue reading …