They call him Bruce Willis.

The first time we experienced the "Bruce Willis" phenomenon was in Thailand. We went to get our haircut (Big Dad of course sat reading a magazine during the event) and the workers kept whispering and pointing in his direction. Finally, one of the people came up to me and asked if he was Bruce Willis. "Sure," I thought, "And I'm Demi." (They were still married then.) But after looking at Big Dad in a new light, it was true. He does look like Bruce.

Fast forward a few months, and we're in a village in China. Yes, a village. A remote one. Did you know Hollywood makes it to remote villages in China? It does. And with translation. So we're sitting in this little restaurant eating noodle soup, and again with the staring and pointing. Finally, we hear the name. "Bruce Wirris" Big Dad and I looked at each other and busted out laughing.

Fast forward a couple of years, and we're in Taiwan. We go into a local store to check into getting something repaired, and the guy behind the counter asks, "Are you related to Bruce Willis?" At this point, we decided to roll with it. "Yeah, he's my brother," Big Dad said. "Would you like me to put in a good word for you?" The guy was incredulous. I finally had to tell Big Dad to tell him the truth. He was just getting too excited.

So this is my man. Mountain man, Bruce Willis look alike. And he cooks, too! How about that?