Several months ago, I think I joined Facebook.

I struggle now to remember exactly why. Maybe I wanted to see something on someone’s Facebook page and my wife was out of town, so I decided to set up my own account. But again, I can’t be sure.

I once asked an addict if she could remember why she had tried heroin for the first time. She gave me a blank look. No, she finally said.

At a certain point, why try to remember?

I did not feel a tremendous rush when I joined Facebook. If I joined. I might have just fiddled around for a bit on the computer, I have done just that when trying to establish an online account to automatically pay utility bills. I fiddle around until I think I might have accomplished my mission.

Sometime later, my bill comes in the mail.

After that initial foray into F

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