It’s Ethan HAWKE, Not Ethan “Who?”

Earlier this week I was telling Deb at work that I’d read in a Vanity Fair article that Bruce Springsteen did not hire a ghostwriter to help pen his new autobiography; instead, every word is his own. I told her that I really respected celebrities who did this. Like Ethan Hawke, who actually wrote andContinue reading “It’s Ethan HAWKE, Not Ethan “Who?””

The Night Wolfgang Puck Cooked Me Dinner

When I was unpacking the other day, I came across an object that serves as a physical symbol representing┬áthe moment I became a quote/unquote “foodie.” It’s a glass ashtray from the original Spago, Wolfgang Puck’s iconic first restaurant. How it ended up in my possession is an interesting story. OK, fine. I stole it, ifContinue reading “The Night Wolfgang Puck Cooked Me Dinner”

Million Dollar Meal, Baby

Last night we had dinner with Hilary Swank. OK, the Oscar-winning actress┬ádidn’t show up at Portland’s top-rated restaurant Beast to dine with us specifically, but we were seated at the same communal table. She was there with her father and other family members, who apparently have connections with the local area. Hilary lived in BellinghamContinue reading “Million Dollar Meal, Baby”