Way back in the days of wife #1 (1984) we lived in a townhouse
in Long Beach Ca, near Signal Hill. Nice townhouses but the area
was a bit rough.
At the time I worked for an electronics manufacturer/importer,
and one product we had that was a miserable fail was a AM/FM
receiver designed for Musak..ie: elevator music. They came in
from Taiwan with bad transformers, and after about 15 min. of
use the transformer would blow and burn up (as in flames!)
I had a stack of them in my garage, and had replaced the fuses
with nails so the transformer wouldn't blow for 20 min. I'd switch
from one to the other so they never blew up.
Walked into the garage one day (door was open), and a black fellow
had 4 of these big receivers in his arms and was hauling ass down the
alley....I just let him go.
Called the cops and told them of the theft, and also how to find the
perpetrator.
Sure enough, next day there was a small fire in an apt. about a mile away,
started by...what else? The new stereo he had just stolen!
Dude got busted, lost his stuff in the fire and hopefully never stole
again...
