Junk email, like cell-phone marketers, is like torture to the senses. It’s just that the phone people take less time to get rid of – click – than does clearing off hundreds of junk emails. Most of these anonymous senders, callers, figure either my truck is falling apart and I need an extended warranty (no, thanks), or at least I should consider my odds of getting cancer, given my age – one in three chances, I’m told, as if it’s something to celebrate. They also usually have my name wrong. Instead of Gregg, I’ve been re-named Gary or worse. “Dear Gary…” Aflac Insurance ...