Enjoying some flickering trifle of "fame," I have learned some odd facts about myself--e.g., that I was Robert E. Petersen's son-in-law (I'd sure be filthy rich if that one had been true), also, that I am dead. However, I came across the oddest one yet today on one of the those websites where you can check up on people for criminal backgrounds, etc. Just for the merry hell of it, I entered my name. According to some information on this site, I am a 112-year-old woman still living in my old family home on Ardmore Avenue in LA! Wow, I really must be stuck in senile dementia: Here, I thought all along I was a man living in Long Beach. Wonder how that one came up?
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5/23/12 at 1:57pm