“There was no BHS Class of ’59”

I hate to admit it, but yrs trly dumbly clicked one of those targeted right-side Facebook ads, precipitating a torrent of silly e-mails I can’t seem to shut off.
I’ve junked ‘em all, but they keep coming.
Usually if I “junk” something, my e-mail program, AppleMail, junks everything with that address from then on, but not in this case.
A workaround by the junk e-mailer is to e-mail from different addresses. So I just junk everything from that e-mailer, hoping that will reduce the solicitations. Examples are “Essential-Apparel,” “Hanes,” “Staples,” and “Folica” (a hair-apparatus supplier I once bought a hair-dryer from).
I suppose I could filter to only people in my address-book, but that’s not safe either. Sometimes an important e-mail is in my junk-folder.
This particular e-mailer, “Classmates,” seems to have written code that skonks my labeling as junk.
Two junkers are at play. First is my RoadRunner e-mail. There is stuff in their junk-folder of my account I never see (unless I open my RoadRunner e-mail, which is a web-mail). —Penis-enlargers for example.
(AppleMail downloads from RoadRunner.)
Then my AppleMail junks what it considers spam after it’s downloaded. Stuff like “Essential-Apparel,” “Hanes,” “Staples,” and “Folica.” —RoadRunner doesn’t junk it, but AppleMail does.
I avoid the targeted right-side Facebook ads: scantily-clad buxom young hotties supposedly looking for a mate, entreaties to reduce my mortgage with an Obama program for Seniors (I don’t have a mortgage; I own my house free-and-clear), and railroad-train oriented stuff for sale because I’m a railfan.
But this was interesting, “Classmates.” They claimed to have my high-school yearbook.
I clicked — that is, I fell for it. (Gasp!)
Thus began the torrent of e-mails.
“Look who’s joined ‘Classmates,’ check them out” (a link).
I opened the e-mail, and the joiner’s name was smudged (obliterated). To see who it was, I had to join myself, fork over a membership-fee.
Or if the person’s picture was viewable, it was their Facebook picture, which often isn’t a picture of the actual person. Mine is the American-flag.
A couple weeks ago: “Bertha, Brandywine High-School Class of ’59.”
I usually don’t respond to junk e-mail; it’s like a fish snapping up bait, and thereby getting hooked.
But I did in this case.
“There was no Class of ’59 at Brandywine,” I responded. “Its first class was 1960.”
I got a mea-culpa back from Classmates, something about they were only posting what they received. —No backup research on their part.
Brandywine High-School was built in 1958 as a response to the post-war baby-boom.
If I am right it opened after Christmas-break in the beginning of 1959, while I was in ninth-grade.
Its first graduating-class was 1960; I graduated in 1962.
I got another Classmates e-mail last night (Friday, February 1st, 2013), someone from the BHS Class of ’58 (for crying out loud).
I fired back again: “There was no Class of ’58 at Brandywine. Its first class was 1960.”
Thankfully I’m not inundated with junk. On average I junk perhaps 8-12 e-mails a day, sometimes only a few.
But Classmates keeps appearing in my “inbox,” invitations to join based on supposed graduates of non-existent classes.
Never again will I click a targeted right-side Facebook ad!

• “Brandywine High School,” north of Wilmington, DE; is where I attended high-school, and graduated from in 1962.