So yes, there are times when I wish I could turn the clock back. But last Sunday, I bounced out of bed, performed my morning rituals and was off to St. Stephen Church to give the Easter Sunday welcome. When I got home, I sat in the sunniest spot in my living room and there, tucked among the bills, magazines and catalogs, was an invitation from Johns Hopkins Hospital asking me to subscribe to a health magazine specifically for the over-50 crowd. In a momentary lapse, I wondered how so prestigious a hospital in Baltimore found out about a little old middle-age woman back here in Louisville. But, of course, this is the new millennium.
Personal privacy is a relic of another area.
It's a quaint expression that no longer has any basis in reality. Indeed, our most personal business is for sale, and there are many businesses that have no business other than finding and selling our personal business. You order something from one company and, next thing you know, promotional ads for at least 10 of those suckers are coming in the mail every two weeks. Real estate transactions are public information. All I could do was smile at the woman and move on.