Anyhow, there used to be a disc jockey who worked at the college radio station -- about the only station I could hear the likes of the Cure, Depeche Mode, or the Smiths. I'd call him to request a song every week and would often chat in between his on-air sessions.
One night, he made the remark that the name he used on air was not his real name. I bet I could figure it out. He didn't think I could. It just so happened that I left Vegas about that time to visit my sister in Wisconsin. I bought a series of Wisconsin postcards and sent him a postcard every couple days with another letter of his name until I'd spelled out his *real* last name.
When I got back to town, he was a little weirded out (but more impressed) that I'd figured it out...and wanted to know how I did it. This was before the internet and Google, remember. But it was still laughably easy. In one of our early conversations he'd told me he worked as the art director for a local magazine. I picked up a copy and checked the credit page.
Nowadays, I'm able to harness the power of Google and use my