When I first moved fulltime to Los Angeles (from NYC) in 2006, after several decades of spending considerable time there and thinking “One day I’ll make the move,” I hired a young, ambitious, extraordinarily bright guy named Shawn to be my executive assistant. I needed someone I could trust, with a strong, can-do work ethic and Shawn couldn’t have been a better fit. And he was nice. He also happened to be an old soul quasi-obsessed with all things classic Hollywood (“Bette Davis ate dinner here after she won her first Oscar”). It was endearing and at times, frankly, a…
