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.
My "googleganger" is music director at a Boston radio station. Which is cool -- I mean, he seems to have great taste in music and so forth. It's just that, when folks Google "Patrick Bryant music" or something like that, I'd rather they found my music instead of a great play list that I have no chance of appearing on!
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