Being Googled

So, I was chatting with the girl that rents our house in Maine the other night, and she mentioned that she googled me.  I didn’t know if I should be flattered, scared, curious, confused, amused…  I then went about what anyone else would do in the same situation.  I googled myself.  Amazing what pieces of information comes up… mentions on websites, pictures, records, all kinds of stuff.  Of course, I followed the google of me, with a google of Nicole (the renter).
 
No corkscrews as of this hour…maybe later.

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