When my tech savior came over one day to troubleshoot my computer he asked if by any chance I also had any old computers I needed to dispose of. I pointed to several in the boneyard outside my studio and admitted sheepishly that I had never been able to figure out how to erase the hard drives, and that was why the Old Grey Macs lived next to the compost bags and flowerpots instead of being recycled.
Tim offered me three options: he would take the computers to a recycling place where they would claim to erase the hard drives with no guarantee; I could pay the recyclers for a certificate of destruction guaranteeing unequivocally that no, they had not looked at my old love letters; or....he could take them out to the shooting range.
Thank you Tim Hannon, of Sound Support, for the ultimate wild west solution to privacy.
Just as I am confident that Tim will figure out the next Terrible Trauma of the disappearing photo disk and other stories I now rest easy knowing that no one will ever read the last 8 years of my email......