Cookies Are Needed

I know you’ve had this experience. You look up something to buy online, just a preliminary gander to check price range and styles available, etc. Coincidentally, for the next several days your email includes advertisements from companies that sell that item, many times at a “sale” price.

How did they know?

Of course it’s because of cookies! These little tracking sensors monitor what you do, mainly to help you find your way to related internet sites. Is it an invasion of privacy? Sure, but it’s goes both ways. I’m told you can turn them off. You give up a degree of privacy to gain helpful hints. On different days I have different opinions on cookies.

My brain sure could use that kind of help sometimes! Let’s see, what are Aunt Tully’s hobbies? Who was it that sells chair caning supplies? Wasn’t there a bed and breakfast near Spencer?

I’m reminded of two witticisms I love to quote: At my age I have so many things to keep in mind that some fall to the wayside. Also, a man can get so smart that his bigger brain kills the roots of his hair, and that’s why some men are bald.

I want to remember all the names of my friends’ kids. I wish I could recall every Bible verse I’ve ever quoted. I want to remember every mistake I’ve made, to keep from repeating any of them.

Cookies, anyone?