I saw a $10 bill on the ground this morning. It looked real, not like one of those "Ha ha made you look - repent, sinner!" religious tracts you find lying around sometimes. In fact, it looked like there were several bills, and the ten was on the outside.

I didn't pick it up, in part because I would have felt an obligation to try to figure out who it belonged to, and I didn't know how I would even begin to do that. And then, because I felt like I was somehow shirking a social duty, I rationalized, "I'll leave it for someone who needs it more than me."

Later it occurred to me that some thieving, book-cooking CEO could have walked by next and picked it up.

Hey, what if there were hundreds inside that ten?