Are you old enough to remember party lines? I sure am. Neighbours regularly accused each other of listening to their conversations.
We thought making prank calls was the funniest thing of all. Anonymous calls were truly anonymous — no call display, no last number dialed, no list of callers.
Then one monumental day in the 1960s, Maritime Tel & Tel introduced private lines. We were the first or second West Head family to sign up. No more paranoia (or imagining) about eavesdroppers. And the communication scene stayed like that for many years.
But one day, EVERYTHING changed. The world was all abuzz about this new-fangled thing called the internet. All of a sudden, Ballaghaderreen, Newtowncloghoge, and Woolloomooloo were but a click away. People of all ages rushed out to buy computers. Facebook and Twitter made it possible to connect with friends and family any time of day or night.
We all know the internet isn’t exactly “private”. What happened to the privacy we craved when we had party lines?
I don’t know.
Play it safe.
Never ever put anything in an email, a tweet or a text you don’t want the whole world to see because, even if you delete it, it is still out there. It could be floating on a cloud, descending into a black hole, swinging from Halley’s Comet or orbiting Mars. Wherever it is, someone can find it. Just ask Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton.
I love technology and all the gadgets that go with it, but nothing compares to sitting face-to-face with you enjoying a well-steeped pot of tea and fresh-out-of-the-oven biscuits, gabbing the afternoon away.