There are a number of Kevin Gossetts on the ‘net, though I can’t say I’ve met any of them. I’m the one from Anderson, Indiana, currently residing in the Desert Southwest where it’s warm in the winter time and really, really warm in the summer.

If you got here via Google, please note that though I fully support the organization devoted to helping people with problems of excess in the fermented and distilled grain beverages, I’m not THAT Kevin Gossett. It’s on the front page of the Google search results though, and has been for years. I’ve got to get my SEO sharpened to the point that I knock them down at least a couple pages.

Nor am I the Kevin Gossett who’s in a band in San Diego (though I used to live there).

Furthermore, I’m not the Kevin Gossett who lives in Carmel, Indiana, though that’s pretty darn close to where I grew up.

If you find references on the net to the Kevin Gossett in radio, that’s me. The one with a wife and 6 year old son? Me, again. The Kevin Gossett in the pictures at the top of the page wearing the kilt and the tux? Yea, guilty on both counts.

And yes, I know that’s a ridiculously intense and pensive picture.