[Note: This was FAR more enjoyable listening to this conversation and I doubt I have done it justice by writing about it. But, keep reading. For every questionable, lost and floundering human, there's an amazing one.] So Craig and I are sitting outside of a cafe in downtown Portland. We've just finished taking a tour of the amazing waterfalls and a boy/man of about 21 sits down next to us with his parents. We know he's 21, because at some point one of his parents references his age. ...
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I was five-years-old, dressed up in a pink and white knock-off of Little Orphan Annie’s red and white dress. I had a Dorothy Hamill haircut – the first of the many hair-related tragedies character-building opportunities in my life – and I was locked and loaded, ready to take my first-ever flight to Miami, Florida on an airplane. I was with my Mom. She took a picture of me in the airport. I felt pretty special because those were the days when you bought actual film. ...
