Sometimes, just for kicks, I'll call up Google and type in my name, just to see if I'm out there in cyberspace. To date I have noted only one entry: in the crew credits for a local Detroit-based wrestling show I helped out on in 1995-96 -- and I had to cycle to about the ninth page to find it. Discouraging, yes; but remember, perhaps I've not made my positive mark on the world yet.
Being a Niagara Falls historical buff, I found a great library of photos through their website, and under the "Clifton Hill" section, found this one which strangely looks like me from about 1985!
The scene is at the old Houdini Hall Of Fame museum, which since that time has been arsoned. You would usually see me parked in front of that museum, in that pose, wearing those clothes, listening to a talking head projection spew the highlights of what the museum had to offer. My father will remember those visits well, with the shake of his head, of course. For those interested, I still know the speech word for word, 20 years later.
The question begs to ask: Is that really me in the photo?
