Postcard: Salt Lake City 7/28/2020
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The only data of yours that I might have: your name and email address.
I'll never sell them unless someone offers me a shit-ton of money to do so, causing me to get out of the game altogether. (Quantifying a "shit-ton" is like how Justice Potter Stewart described obscenity: "I can't define it, but I know it when I see it.")
If that day ever arrives (it won't), I'll warn you first so you can remove your name if so inclined. In the meantime, I won't rent out or sell your information to anyone for any reason. There are no asterisks around that. I hate when companies do it to me; I won't do it to you.
I track where you go on the site for analytics purposes, but I don't know that it's you going from page to page - although Google might. Fortunately, you can take it up with them.
Once you leave the site, I have no idea where you go or what you do. It doesn't interest me and it's none of my business.
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