The Vicksburg High School class of 1970 was to have held its 50th reunion July 17 at Indian Run Golf Course.  Mr. Corona said no.  My own sweetheart had been having a rollicking good time with her Western Reserve Academy class of  ’76 on Zoom, so I sought to attain the same with us.  Taking Forrest’s and Marcia’s list for the reunion and doing my own digging I had a pretty good list.  We launched in late July and have had a bunch of repeat performances, all quite successful.  A Brady Bunch screen of vaguely familiar, if quite aged, faces appears, which we then all address.  We go about once a month, scheduled next for tax day, which it would be till Uncle Joe hadn’t kicked it into next month.  The process has been smoothly sailing along, reaching  92 with a single e-mail address  and 56 more with multiple e-mails, and only 3 with no email at all.  For a class of 165 with 28 dead, that wasn’t bad at all.  But how I was reaching them wasn’t kopacetic.  Apparently, this is now a thing

Berated for my sins, I strove to address them.  Here is how.

Hello friends

When this weekend a third very good friend told me how my handling of batch e-mails was violating standards of digital etiquette, I realized it was time to change my ways, and tell you about it.

For all the Zoom e-mail traffic since last July, I’ve sent stuff out to you all by just copying the email column in my databases and pasting in the “To” box.  Hit send and presto, you’re all informed.  None of you have complained yet, but here’s what my friends say.  One gets so annoyed by being on the receiving end of a batch e-mail, he has a program on his computer that subsequently blocks any further traffic from the sender of any batch e-mails.  I’ve been caught several times.  The first consequence of batch emails is that incoming feels like junk mail, and it often is.  Secondly, placement of your email on a batch list means all recipients can see it, and you might not be in to that much sharing.  Finally, all those open emails provide routes for viruses and malware to enter.  Who would want that?   Eeeweue.  Talk about cooties!  There’s probably more, but that’s what my friends told me about.

Fortunately, there’s a solution that will allow us to continue our relationships in complete safety.  When I send out the next batch email (this one), if I park all your addresses in BCC, you’ll receive your notice individually, and won’t be able to see who else got it.  Now that’s privacy.  I hope that all you nervous nellies out there find that comforting.  Big brother has taken one step back from controlling your life.

Not problems we had to deal with back in the day.  I mainly worried about in which ditch Maneikis had deposited the case.  Joe Walsh feels our pain

Enjoy spring.  See youse in a couple weeks.


Published by rike52

I retired from the Rheumatology division of Michigan Medicine end of June '19 after 36 years there. Upon hitting Ann Arbor for the second time (I went to school here) it took me almost 8 months to meet Kathy, 17 months to buy her a house (on Harbal, where we still live), and 37 months to marry her. Kids never came, but we've been blessed with a crowd of colleagues, friends, neighbors and family that continues to grow. Lots of them are going to show up in this log eventually. Stay tuned.

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