She had a point

(Sorry readers. I can’t put a picture of the e-mail on here due to insanity from PhotoBucket, my usual image-source. I’m trying to set up my own domain to escape PhotoBucket.)

I and my aquatic therapy instructor at the Canandaigua YMCA happen to be Facebook “friends.”
I’m glad we are, even though I do little with Facebook.
The fact we’re “friends” is due to a fast-one by SuckerBird and his cronies. Explaining that would contradict my “One Topic per Blog” rule.
She penned a reverie about how pleasant life was growing up in her little town. I didn’t comment, wanting to not pop her balloon.
I got Facebook e-mail notification, I think.
My childhood was dreadful: constant fear of being “rumbled” (her word was “fight;” my word is “mugged”), shot with a zip-gun, or slashed by a switch-blade. Plus continual badmouthing by my hyper-religious parents.
My childhood was in south Jersey, the den-of-iniquity for Quaker Philadelphia.
But she had a point. Namely how unpleasant life has become compared to back then.
A recent e-mail reminded of this. I got notification, supposedly from Wells Fargo bank, my debit-card was frozen. Suspicious activity, it claimed.
Uhm, I don’t have a debit-card. I don’t even have a Wells Fargo account — that I know of. Weren’t they the bank accused of opening unauthorized accounts to meet sales goals?
This was my second Wells Fargo notification. A few weeks ago I trashed another e-mail notification from “VNB,” allegedly a bank, although I never heard of ‘em.
The Wells Fargo e-mail was another multicolored notification, elegant and valid-looking.
My aquacise instructor justifiably decries we gotta lock our doors. Ne’er-do-wells didn’t seem to be so profligate in the ‘60s or ‘70s — ‘50s for me.
My childhood was frightening, but she had a point.
What if I get an e-mail saying my actual credit-card is frozen?
Suspicious as Hell = I’m calling the bank. I bet they tell me the e-mail is a scam.
“VNB” claimed my credit-card was frozen. It wasn’t. Unlike most I have only one credit-card (gasp!), and it ain’t “VNB.”
Fifty/sixty years ago we weren’t awash with vipers. She had a point.

• “SuckerBird” is Mark Zuckerberg, head-honcho of Facebook.
• A “zip-gun” is a rudimentary pistol. The lower mast of a car-radio antenna is the same internal diameter as a .22 caliber bullet. A gun can be made with that antenna-mast to shoot .22 caliber bullets. Zip-guns were common — punks and “greasers” had ‘em; cue Bruce Springsteen.
• A “switch-blade” is a pen-knife opened by spring-button — instead of manually pulling out the blades.
• Today (Sunday, September 9th) I received another frozen account notification, this supposedly from Bank of America. I’m not Bank of America; my credit-card is another bank. In the trash! (It’s no longer the world I was born into.)