My dad made a wooden box for a man who had everything: a great family, a great job, great friends, a truly great life. This man spent his mornings at the Metro YMCA working out; he spent his days at the Oregonian or out interviewing people for his feature articles in the Living Section or the Arts and Entertainment section that came out every Friday. He knew my dad from Portland Brewing, a brewery located in the heart of the industrial area, which had relocated from its original location on Flanders Street. Portland Brewing, also kno...Read more