Sometimes (okay, 2-3 times per day) I google my name. And it's a little startling when one encounters the following:
Boxing racketeers, loose-hipped blondes, chiselers - these were all part of Andy Whitman's life - and so were jim-crow hotels, cops, tenements, and hatred.
Not really, but I'd like to meet that guy. If you'd like to read more about him, you can do so here.