Continuing Facebook frustration

“I’ll tell ya what burns me up about Facebook,” I say.
“If I wrote something I wanted Paul Long or Huntsberger or Marcy/Mahooch to have access to, I’d have to post it to each of their sites; and I have 27 friends.
At MyFamblee it just goes to FlagOut, and any FlagOut member can access it.”
“No ya don’t,” Linda says. “Post it as a note, and Facebook friends can read it.”
“Yeah; but that note is on my Facebook. I tried that the other day.
I looked on Huntsberger/Marcy/Mahooch and I didn’t see any indication I flew the note. I don’t know how Paul Long got it.
And all that note is is a blog-link. I suppose blog-links are live on wall-posts too, but that’s posting that link to their individual walls.
Seems like Facebook is little more than a glorified e-mail — more elaborate and better; but still an e-mail.
I could e-mail the blog-links to all concerned, except I don’t know the e-mails of Long and Huntsberger.
And of course there are the ongoing mysteries like —A) why my Facebook inbox shows every exchange between Huntsberger and me, yet only displays the most recent message from that Moore lady. Like where’s the thread? —B) Plus my inbox “sent” only displays my last message to that Moore lady, yet when I click on that message, I get the entire exchange, and that’s the onliest way I can get ‘em all.”
“Then ya go to some picture Peg’s son ‘Johnny’ commented on,” said my wife; “try to open the comment, and then get every comment ever made by people I don’t know or even care about. Too public!
I don’t fool much with Facebook anymore; It’s too frustrating.
I still have my Facebook.”
“So do I,” I said. “About all I do is look to see if Marcy/Mahooch, and Wheeler and Ried added anything. And also Paul Long and Huntsberger.”

“Paul Long” was sports-editor at the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired, later during my employ. He now lives in Danville, VA. Lynne “Huntsberger” is an old girlfriend from high-school. “Marcy/Mahooch” are Bryan and Marcy Mahoney. Marcy was my number-one Ne’er-do-Well — she was the first I was e-mailing stuff to. Marcy and I worked in adjacent cubicles at the Messenger newspaper. A picture of her is in this blog at Conclave of Ne’er-do-Wells. Marcy married Bryan Mahoney (ex-reporter from the Messenger newspaper), and together they live near Boston. All four are members of Facebook, as is Matt “Ried” (“REED”) and Dave “Wheeler.” (Both Ried and Wheeler worked at the Messenger newspaper when I did. Wheeler still does; Ried moved to Denver.)

“MyFamblee” is MyFamily.com, an Internet-site for family news. “FlagOut” is our family’s web-site there, named that because I had a mentally-retarded kid-brother (Down Syndrome) who lived at home, and loudly insisted the flag be flown every day. “Flag-Out! Sun comes up, the flag goes up! Sun goes down, the flag comes down.” I fly the flag partly in his honor. (He died at 14 in 1968.)

“Linda” is my wife of 41+ years.

“That Moore lady” is “Linda McCullough Moore,” a girl who was two classes behind me at Houghton College, knew my sister Betty (also Class of ‘68), and contacted me through Facebook to see if I was my sister Betty’s brother. My sister Betty (Elizabeth) is second after me, 63 (I’m the oldest at almost 65). She lives in Fort Lauderdale, FL, and is married to a guy named Tom. “Houghton” is Houghton College in western New York, from where I graduated with a BA in 1966. I’ve never regretted it, although I didn’t graduate with their approval. Houghton is a religious liberal-arts college.

“Peg” is my baby sister Peggy. She’s 17 years younger than me, and the last sibling. She lives in Lynchburg, Va. with her husband Paul Broda and three sons — the last of which is “Johnny.” (The oldest is in college.)