I’ hope there is a day sometime in a few decades where folks will ask “where were you when you heard?”
I’m so grateful that I was warm in MyGuy’s arms. I didn’t ask “what news” until 5am.
I was numb until 1015, sobbed in the Locker room until 1100. It’s 1933 all over again. I am truly frightened.
But here’s what my knowledge of history – global, familial, and local – tells me. I’ve had a lucky life. Time to help others.
Until there’s an internet that isn’t vulnerable to NSA-style open access, we need to strategize in other ways.
Will the mail be reliably private?
Do I need a GPS to make a cell phone call?
Are VPNs truly secure?