On the day after Thanksgiving, I ate leftovers, went to a movie, ate more leftovers, and put gas in my car in preparation for a trip to the Rose Bowl for the UCLA-Stanford football game the following day.
Oh yes, I might also have been the victim of a crime — and I'm not referring to UCLA's defeat, although the Bruins' dismal performance was borderline criminal.
My credit card number was stolen.
The way it happened is a lesson in how easily such theft can be accomplished, and how powerless we often feel to stop it. In spite of safeguards taken by consumers to protect their financial information and crackdown efforts by law enforcement agencies, financial institutions and retailers, data theft remains a ubiquitous threat, like a nasty rash that can be tamped down in spots only to pop up somewhere else.