Years ago, I interviewed Hilary Hemingway - daughter of Leicester, niece of Ernest - who was trying to make her name as a screenwriter. Midway through a flight from Florida to Hollywood to have a script read by a bigwig agent, she panicked - what if it was junk? Had the Hemingway name helped her, I asked. It raised eyebrows and opened doors, probably much more than if it were Lipschitz, she joked.

Is it a blessing or a curse in being the child of someone famous? That's what here reporter John Beck asked some local rock 'n' roll "babies" in this week's Covered. They, like Hemingway, are refreshingly honest.

And Barfly wonders about the blessing of flirting. It's all pretty innocent, right?

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- Vicki Larson, here editor