Last week, I reported on my run-in with the fake David Crosby outside the Keller Auditorium in Portland. I wondered who he was and why he enjoyed tricking people into believing he was a rock ‘n roll star, but figured that was pretty much the end of the story.
And then, while driving home from the Oregon coast on Sunday, I got a text from Audrey. My parents watched her while we celebrated our anniversary weekend, and took her to an Oktoberfest celebration in Portland. What Audrey texted caught our attention.
Your fake David Crosby is here.
Wait. Seriously?! I didn’t really believe it was the same guy…until Audrey sent us the following photo.
Here’s mine, from five days earlier.
Lest there’s any doubt, when Audrey approached him, she showed him this pic and asked if the man in the photograph with his arm around dear ol’ dad was him. He confirmed that yes, indeed, it was.
Like father, like daughter. What are the odds?
I wish she’d called him out on his fakery, but then again, she’s only 14 and should not be provoking a strange man. Teach your children well and all that jazz, right? I’m just dying to unravel the mystery.
A comment on that post did help to shed a little light on the situation. A man named David (I’m assuming that’s his real name, although my track record with Davids isn’t the greatest these days) was at the Crosby, Stills & Nash show last week, and had his own run-in with the un-Crosby. He wrote,
My wife (saw) him from 50 feet away when we were parking and yells “that’s David Crosby” and he waved. About 5 minutes later as we walked over all excited that he was still there I knew it was not THE David Crosby but a very close second. We talked to him for a few minutes when the REAL David Crosby came out of the back door of the Keller Auditorium 15 feet away from us and walked into his bus.
We did talk to the look-a-like for almost a 1/2 hour and watched the excitement he caused with people thinking he was the “real thing”. Very pleasant fellow that said he has been mistaken for Crosby for a very long time…several people came up to me after they seen me talking to the look-a-like and asked if it was really him and I told them politely that it was not. Some of these people did not believe me and I told them to just ask him……he was honest. Some of these people thought I was his body guard. Take a picture anyhow…….what would it hurt.
Interesting! It appears that Fake Crosby relishes the attention and doesn’t go out of his way to tell people he isn’t the real deal…but won’t continue the charade if asked point blank.
I don’t know how to feel about that. On the one hand, we’re the ones who assumed he was genuine, and you know how that equation goes: ass, u, me. On the other hand, he was signing CSNY albums.
Tsk, tsk.
Kind of Hard to Beat Brinner
Last night, we had brinner.
I don’t know about you, but there’s something especially exciting about having breakfast-for-dinner. It feels forbidden. Rebellious. Naughty, even. I couldn’t help but think to hell with convention as I bit into a sweet, chewy pumpkin waffle drizzled with maple syrup last night. By the time I speared the accompanying sausage links with my fork, I was waving my fist in the air and shouting, “Damn The Man!” Sure, Tara and Audrey looked at me peculiarly, but I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.
You know what I’m talking about, Christopher Turk!
So, how about you? Do you ever indulge in brinner? Does it feel like you’re breaking the law when you do? And what’s your favorite brinner meal – Poached eggs? Oatmeal? Pancakes? A frittata? Do share.
Mark Petruska 
I’ve never heard the term, ‘brinner,’ but I do like it. My fave is a fresh mozzarella and basil omelet with bacon. I actually never make eggs for breakfast. That’s too much work in the morning for me.
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Your omelet sounds fantastic! I could definitely appreciate something like that in the dinner hour…
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I love brinner! I think it’s great, especially since I am not the best at eating breakfast. Hangover from my days when I was pregnant I guess (where I threw up everything I put in my mouth until about 1 p.m. every day). So now I never eat breakfast when I first get up – my stomach just isn’t ready for it yet, but I still love eggs, bacon, poached eggs,etc. so we have it for brinner when we don’t feel like making a meal.
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Breakfast is probably my favorite meal! Or rather, breakfast foods. Is it any wonder I love a good brinner?!
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“Wait. Seriously?! I didn’t really believe it was the same guy…until Audrey sent us the following photo.”
That’s just too ironic, Mark!?!? And I agree with you, ” On the one hand, we’re the ones who assumed he was genuine, and you know how that equation goes: ass, u, me. On the other hand, he was signing CSNY albums.”
Tsk. Tsk. And I’m surprised that he hasn’t been seriously confronted on that because it’s not ethical or legal.
Yes, I’m a brinner because I love breakfast at night. And I especially love to eat at a “diner” and order a Greek omelet with a side of crispy hash browns or home fries with toast!
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I have no idea what’s in a Greek omelette, but I’d put my money on feta, for one thing.
And you’re right, it’s definitely not ethical. Legal? That I don’t know about, because he never actually TOLD anybody “I’m David Crosby.” He just snared them in his evil lookalike trap.
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What a fun story. Imagine how much use you’ve gotten out of this near Crosby run in. Impressive really. And that Audrey ran into him too. Must be in your genes. Next thing we know, she’ll be starting up a blog called “But Have You Tried Geoduck?”
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That’s a brilliant idea! She was actually talking about starting a blog at one point. And now I’m craving geoduck…
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Dawg, got me twice(Sept 17 comment). I shoulda known. This guy’s a bit too chubby and healthy to have experienced the real C’s drug addictions. Any way da kid is spittin’ image of dad.
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Well, if it’s any consolation, you weren’t the only one who was fooled!
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