The word rumor conjures up some negative emotions for most folks, but there are times when you hear some faint whispers that you desperately hope are true. Like in the 6th grade when I heard rumblings that Randall V. was going to ask me out on Valentine’s Day and he did, which resulted in some serious hand holding glory. Along that same happy track my ear to the ground had picked up some snippets that http://www.portlandmonthlymag.com/blogs/shop-talk/spotli...