I got a call a couple of weeks ago from a number in Jamaica (according to my phone). A young man in a heavy accent asked me if I was familiar with Publishers Clearing House and will I be home for the rest of the day...
I laughed and told the young fellow he needed to work on his game. I hung up and blocked his number.
This story, this thread about scammers, is just another manifestation of why John Lennon’s “Imagine” is such a crock. Well, besides the fact that he sings “Imagine there’s no heaven,” then paints a beautiful picture of heaven.