“Did you wash behind your ears?”


Oh, how I hated that question! It seemed to come up every time I emerged from the bathroom after a hard day of play — back in a time all but forgotten.


“Be home by 10!”


A few years later, this was the command that sent my eyes rolling as I shot out the back door headed for the family car and a night of cruising the town’s streets.


As the years rolled by and I took on the challenges of college and the army, there were plenty of questions and commands I grew to dislike, but that list is far too long to enumerate.


Finally I arrived at a time when providing for a family and building a future were my big challenges. I had come to a point in life where I figured I should be the one asking the questions and giving the commands. Of course, that never did quite work out exactly how I had envisioned it.


Finally, I entered the world of retirement. A time when I figured no one really was that interested in asking me questions or giving me commands. That seemed to work out pretty well until I slowly became entrapped in the world of the Internet.


It took a while and it did not come fast but before I realized it I was basically paying most of my bills, doing some of my shopping and enjoying a lot of my news and entertainment through my computer. I had become entrenched in life on line.


It didn’t seem so bad at first, but the more I added to my Internet plate, the more passwords I needed to come up with. Before long, my list of passwords seemed to dominate my daily routine. Of course, I was never known for my organizational skills. I had notes all over the house with a different password scrawled on each of them. Sometimes I wouldn’t even list what the password was for. What is even worse is that many of the Internet sites demand that I change my password several times of year. What a headache!


So here I am – a retired computer junkie with a dimming memory, trying to keep track of all the eight or more letters with one capital, two numbers and at least one symbol passwords needed to log into my various Internet sites. It’s driving me nuts!


Oh, how I hate the question: “What’s your password?”


Ed Rood is the former publisher of the Tri-County Times.