In my time as Whistleblower, I've helped a nun get rid of $5,000 in fraudulent charges from her credit card bill that the bank was previously unwilling to remove.
I've put the spotlight on a derelict north Minneapolis garage that was finally torn down after years of pleas to the city by neighbors.
I've written about a couple whose insurance company refused to pay for flood damage despite a flood policy. The company changed its mind.
And I've written about scam after scam after scam.
This is my last column as Whistleblower. I retired last week to pursue my art interests, but I want to leave you with some observations and advice to tide you over until the next reporter picks up the whistle.
Here we go: Never buy a timeshare. There's no aftermarket for it. You can't give it away.
No one in Nigeria actually wants to give you half of $2 million of unclaimed money. They just want to clean out your bank account.
You didn't win two mammoth sweepstakes in one week, neither contest of which you actually entered.