“Good grief, you get a lot of email,” grumbles my husband, who often must wade through it. I excuse it by pointing out that as a member of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association, our email address is not only public but likely is passed around. In order to whittle down some of the detritus I opened a Yahoo account for my personal stuff. It is barely used at all, not enough in a week to even fill a teacup.
We live in an era of unverified accusations