Privacy Policy

Privacy Policy

Privacy Policy


Let's face it, we all desire a bit more privacy. So let me set your mind at ease by telling you how I intend to use your private data:

First, I am legally obligated to inform you:
"We do not share personal information with third-parties nor do we store information we collect about your visit to this blog for use other than to analyze content performance through the use of cookies, which you can turn off at any time by modifying your Internet browser's settings. We are not responsible for the republishing of the content found on this blog on other Web sites or media without our permission. This privacy policy is subject to change without notice."

In all honesty, I copied and pasted that from somewhere else. "We" refers to "me", and I don't collect your data at all, let alone seek to use it or sell it. Blogger does collect some non-personally identifiable information just to let me know how many "hits" to my site I am getting. Other than that, I do not see you unless you send me a comment or an email. If you email me, I will respond personally if I can. Your email address is not sold or stored. Please extend me the same courtesy. If you visit me on the web, don't exploit my contact info for shameful gain. Thanks, pal! 😉 

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