Clueless Baby Boomer here—who’s trying to learn the ropes of the intimidating Internet. It’s scary. I mean it. Especially when you don’t know what the heck you’re doing—like me.
Although, to be fair to myself, I would be a lot less clueless had it not been for several lost years due to a botched surgery—that was scary. While everyone else was setting up websites, blogs, and other stuff that I don’t know about, I was learning how to read again.
But . . . I digress. This is no pity party. After all, I didn’t invite anyone with a chip on her shoulder—so—let’s get to business.
“I have a server?” I asked my thirty-something daughter over the phone. She was trying to help me get un-lost on the Internet.
Daughter: Huge exhale. “Yessssss.”
Me: “Well, where is he? Or is it a she? And if I have a server how…
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