“What’s the Password?”

When I was very young, that was the question you were asked before you could enter our den.  If you didn’t give the right answer you were not allowed in and you could be pelted with four bombs.

Now, in this more advanced technological age, passwords are the key to everything.  Whoa betide you if you forget them – you can be locked out of your office, your car, your suitcases, your computer and even your house.  In these security conscious days when we are almost always on “amber alert”, you need to keep in your head loads of codes, a plethora of passwords and a concoction of combinations.

The technology gap, far from making life simpler, is making things more complicated. (See earlier post on this theme by clicking on “Technology Gap” in the TAG CLOUD).

My first experience of combination locks was when I was about 12 and I got a new bike.  I bought a Bass Four Digit Lock and used 1234 as the code.  Nobody ever broke the code, but then again I didn’t use the lock very often and eventually I lost the lock somewhere.  Nobody ever stole my bike, even though it didn’t have a lock anymore.  I think that experience coloured my view of security and locks ever since.

Now about to go on holiday there is security every step of the way.  All our suitcases have combination locks and I am no longer allowed to use an easy to remember code like 1234.  Finding a clean shirt can take hours :-(.

Leaving the house is a challenge, setting the burglar alarm with a different code is simple enough as long as you don’t accidentally press a wrong number.  If you do, you have a panicky 30 seconds to remember how to cancel it or all your neighbours are looking out their windows.  If you are really unlucky, a police car will eventually arrive, give you a crime number and tell you that you have been burgled.  No further investigation required.

Now, if you want some foreign currency on your holiday, you need to ring up your bank and arrange it, but first of all you have to answer twenty questions to identify yourself.  Where were you born?  What’s your mother’s maiden name?  What’s our favourite flower?  Who is your favourite football manager?  What is the fourth letter of your middle name? —- get any of these wrong and you do not pass go and collect £200, you go to jail!  All this, in spite of the fact that once you give them your postcode, they know all about you.

Now, if you need any information about your trip, you are into the cyber code world of computers.  No such thing as a simple code here.  Computers are permanently on red alert.  You need a password to get a password.  Four digits went out years ago, now you need six or even eight digits, although some of them must be letters and some of the letters need to be capitals.  And by the way, it is best to change your password every month.

No wonder older people, like me, are getting left behind.  We can’t switch on our computer, we can’t get money from our bank, we are unable to unlock our suitcases.  We are locked out of our own houses.

All we can do is get on our bike.

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5 Responses to “What’s the Password?”

  1. Change for changes sake or what they may call security, and then when as you you are far from home, on a cruise in a foreign country, at a sales point in a shop or shopping on the web: One has to regergitate the correct security information! It beggers belief and with age comes alzhiemeirs and the jokes and reality of dementure. Where oh where has the cheque book gone and the plastic bank card for back up. It may be crooks but I think the financial industry have sometimes, dreamt up this complexities, so they may excuse themselves from responsibilties of handling our individual cash accounts. They are in fact encouraging us to err and make mistakes so they may hide their corporate profit margins.
    It is not the elderly who suffer, I ask how do the young cope, with all their family resonsibilities? I do not think they do? They have the same problems as us oldies. If the electronic banking is so difficult what is wrong with personnal tellers and lots of bank branches where the transaction is of trust between two people.

  2. John L. Tripplehorn says:

    Its sad hear how you are aging there in Britian. Now in Texas, men especially, we just get more digified and in most cases better looking. We may not be as good as we once were, but we are as good once as we ever were. Life moves on for better or worse.

  3. What about the horse, does she/he get better looking, and who is the judge in Texas, or is in just in the songs from Tex Ritter days. Dignified is nice to know, and good is pleasing to communicate with, live a long and happy life John, All the best..

  4. davidwfreeman237 says:

    Oh John (Mr Graham Sir Esquire??) , of the missives, I hear there may be hidden meanings in Greeks bearing gifts. What tounge tied news do you bring to the table, is it the food of the Gods to us the great unwashed, and sadly lacking members of your audience who survive on your every word of wisdom, wit, and off course the shaggy dog story.

  5. I see from Google you or your thoughts have stalled for converting grumbles into smiles! Please be not concerned the sun is shinning this Good Friday Morning, I feel like catching a charabach to the coast: any seaside in fact and letting my toes feel the sand and the sea as I paddle in the shoreline, and my thouughts to wander as a ship passes on the horizon, and ask: To what magic land are you sailing too? May I come with you?
    It is all in the mind and the sun brings out the best, and now ‘spring’ is here definitely, how wonderful the world of nature is in gods acre! I just hope that fellow man does not make a mess, or interfere with my few moments of comtemplation?
    Happy Easter John to you and all.

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