The other day, I was flipping through my copy of J.D. Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye," and I noticed a receipt in the book. I'm not sure if I was using it as a bookmark, or if it just ended up there by mistake. Holden Caulfield, however, would not be impressed, because it was a receipt for my February 1997 trip to Disneyland.
With all the worries about identity theft, I'm starting to feel as if I
have to steal my own identity every time I want to do online banking.
Not only do I have to remember my password, I now have to remember the
answers to all sorts of personal security questions too.
Last week was a big one for my web site. That was the month it received
an offer for its very own credit card. I've grown used to getting daily
credit card offers in the mail, but now Capital One has decided to lure
my web site into the wondrous land of debt. I'm tempted to respond, if
only because: how weird would it be to have a credit card with the
words "Joe Lavin's Humor Column" embossed on the front?
