So I have had a couple of days paying the dues for membership in the "No, of Course I'm Not Bitter[most of the time]" Divorced Persons Club (if you need the link to the NYT storythat set me off, go look in Enchanting Juno's comments) and I went to archaeology lab to wash rocks (and incidentally introduce two of the sweetest, cutest, most-likely-to-get-you-booked-on suspicion-of-Dealing pocket-sized tenth-of a gram scales, on which we weigh flakes of rock) and see the new issue of American Archaeology, which has a very nice story about SCRAP, my NH archaeology outfit, and used one of my pictures. Printed full-page, in color, and credited to Laura E. Johnson.
Which is not my name. Try the third president, not the 36th, okay?
There are just days you can't win.
They misspelled the author's name, too. He has 2 L's.
And their website doesn't load.