In 1967 I spent the summer in Chicago on business. While I was there, a story made the headlines in the Tribune.
Remember now, this was before the days of insisting on picture IDs and all of the emphasis on identity theft.
Some guy went into one of the big banks down on the Loop, and tried to cash a check. He had a check, showed his driver's license, and gave his address.
Coincidentally, the teller lived next door to the person that the crook was impersonating, and he wasn't the teller's neighbor.
Teller called the cops and they arrested the guy. Supposedly, the crook just sat down in police custody and shook his head. How could it be that the one teller in a Chicago bank would be the neighbor of the fraud victim.
Tom in TN