I don't care. I have most of my family on FB, a few musicians, and some folks from here. Sharing pictures, and little stories for my 85 year old parents, gives them a reason to turn on the computer and do Sodukku. I am not paranoid by nature, nor do I become afraid in the face of some unknown possible bad thing they are going to do to me. What would that be? Cut off my legs comes to mind, but if that stopped the pains it would be worth thinking about some days. I have other things to worry about, though not much.

The fact Facebook would want to track a senior for nefarious purposes seems quite remote, but that's just my opinion. What will I get, an ad for depends? That would be better than the 30 emails a day in my junk box alleging a part of me is miniscule and not working.

As any group gets bigger people in general become suspicious of them and their resources. I just don't have the time. Of course I have to deal with the sales people my Mother tells to send her stuff like magazines etc.

I hope Facebook tracked me yesterday. I sat in the same chair all day, reading books and listening to Baroque Music. There must be some good stuff there. Maybe they saw the UPS guy show up with my weekly Amazon package. He had a brown truck, brown suit, and brown shoes.

John Conley
Musica est vita