Funny story: I used to be a researcher. Library grad school, until they threw me out of it because of wine, women, and song*; then a decade in general real estate research tracking down the details of recent commercial/multi-tenant residential sales. And, of course, there were those amusing days demonstrating to anonymous Internet trolls that there’s no such thing as anonymity on the Internet. Good times, good times.
Anyway, I see this Tweet: Continue reading Adventures in Research: Tracking down the 19th century Maine Guy who wanted a wife.