I got a letter this week from the federal Office of Personnel Management.

No letter from the federal government is ever a good thing and indeed this one proved no exception. It informed me that their database of records had been hacked and information had been stolen, including my place of birth, name, social security number, address and possibly more than that. In addition to an apology, the form letter offered me three (free!) years of credit and identification monitoring and identity theft insurance, whatever that is.

Besides these services, the director of the OPM begins the letter by pointing out that her information, also, was stolen. I am not sure if that was meant as a comfort to me or as an example of how poorly they guard personal data. I took it as the latter.

I am curious who would want to steal my identity. I don’t have a glamorous life, honestly I don’t and although I’ve been in the media business my entire life, I am not even the first “Jesse Wright” that comes up on a Google search.

Apparently there’s a quite famous rodeo star who shares my name and after that there’s a New York-based photographer who does some very nice work. I’ve thought idly once or twice about trying to try to cash in on his good eye and list his website on a resume, but alas, I lack the initiative to steal.

I haven’t Googled myself in a while, but last I did, I showed up some pages in, which means I’m just a nobody, publicly.

Here at the Item, I do get the occasional anonymous letter pointing out typos I’ve let slip through the cracks and I appreciate that.

So far as I can tell, I am one of the more boring Jesse Wrights out there, and so to whomever has my identity, may you do something great and meaningful with my name and make us both proud.