Me and my wife were both foster kids. We bounced around a lot, and we both struggled to plant our feet firmly on the ground when adulthood started. I think that may be the reason we were drawn to each other. We understood each other’s struggle. I met her at a fast food joint I worked at, and it was honestly like a fairy tale. I noticed that she would only come in when she knew I was working, and eventually I worked up the courage to offer more conversation than, “How may I take your order?” We began flirting, and over the course of a few weeks, I think we sort of just… fell for each other. I saw something in her that I’m pretty sure she saw in me too. We were like matching puzzle pieces. Her coming into that restaurant was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. She worked at a bowling alley across town, but when we began dating, we both kind of accelerated. It was like the thrill of finding each other drove us to strive to do better, not only for one another, but for oursel...
In the mid 90's with my TV writing career sputtering along, I worked as a bartender at a world class hotel in Beverly Hills. There were two shit shifts, Saturday and Sunday days, and they were mine. One Saturday morning I emerged from the back room holding a rack of glasses to find Lindsey Buckingham sitting at the bar. He ordered a beer and just sat there. He told me he was having work done to his house and that he was staying in the hotel for the weekend. He couldn't have been nicer. He talked about the band and the music; he ate lunch and read the newspaper. About 4:30 the bar started getting busy and he looked like he was feeling uncomfortable, but he stuck it out until the end of my shift. It was just a great day! After he paid the check and tipped me really well, he asked, "You here tomorrow?" And I would be. After my shift I went to Amoeba Records and bought a copy of Tusk. The next morning when I opened the bar, there was Lindsey Buckingham. We picked up ...