On August 21, 1993, my friend Philipp Kohlermann and I became the chief suspects in the biggest jewelry theft in Portland history. No one was ever arrested in the case, the jewelry never recovered. The statute of limitations on the crime, grand larceny as I read the law, has expired. At long last, I am free to confess what really happened. My confession is called Rose City Heist: A True Crime Portland Tale of Sex, Gravy, Jewelry and Almost Rock and Roll.
And it’s all true, meaning creative non-fiction.
Rose City Heist costs $20 plus $4 for shipping. That’s a steal.
You see, I don’t need the money.