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My dad was the first assistant director on Lebowski, and I remember walking into a big warehouse where they were filming a fantastical dream sequence. Leggy girls with headdresses made of bowling pins stood in a line, and the cameraman lay on a skateboard, rolling between the girls’ legs and shooting upward. So this is what my dad does all day long. I remember feeling small. Very small.

I remember crazy parrots flying around the set of Paulie. My dad introduced me to the stars: Jay Mohr, Hallie Kate Eisenberg, and Cheech Marin. Then I hung out in the shadows and watched them make movies. Hallie Kate, who was younger than I was, sat nearby reciting lines and making best friends with her costar, a green parrot. I had to leave by 5:00 p.m. to do my homework.

My dad ventured back into television with Chicago Hope, the medical drama. Pretty soon, Adam Arkin was starting to know my name. His daughter and I became friends. One day, Hector Elizondo bought the coffee truck for the day, and drinks were on him. My dad couldn’t step away from the set, so Hector walked with me to the truck for a hot chocolate. Walking around the Fox lot with a TV star was pretty cool. I was ten. It was awesome. Mandy Patinkin was also on Hope. He was nice, but the coolest part of my dad working on that show was getting a LaserDisc copy of The Princess Bride signed by Inigo Montoya himself.

One morning I met Sally Field. She was so little. All I could think was, Oh, my God. I am shaking hands with Forrest Gump’s mom! When I met Gary Sinise, I had a little déjà vu: Oh, my God. I am shaking Lieutenant Dan’s hand.

After a while, they just become people. Meeting celebrities is still cool, but when your dad is kind of a big shot on set, you learn to control your excitement.

∗ ∗ ∗

The first time I went to Pacific Beach, I fell in love. I walked up and down Garnet Avenue and couldn’t believe this was where I wound up. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

L.A. is too Hollywood and too fast paced. San Diego is our escape from the gross city. We find relief on the beautiful beaches.

Los Angeles is full of small-town transplants who come looking for a flashy role on the big screen. They have high hopes of something fabulous. They buy their first pair of heels, their first pair of designer sunglasses; they get a fresh haircut and take some headshots. They’re ready to be famous. Growing up in Los Angeles, you know that doesn’t happen.

On set with my dad, I’ve watched the extras do their thing. They sit in the baking sun, waiting for the PA to tell them to line up and walk 12 feet across the shot and get paid 80 bucks. That’s their big break. So, they call their family and best friends and tell them to make sure they tune in to Grey’s Anatomy to see their big break, only to find out their scene has been cut. Or that guy in the red shirt with his back to the camera is what they got out of it. 

I could have started as a PA, making photocopies. I could have spent my days living in the shadow of my father and grandfather. I could have been running around making sandwiches with the crusts cut off for the latest TV star and going to get Pinkberry for the next big name.

But I wanted to do my own thing. I wanted to make my own mark in the world. I wanted to stand alone and not be successful just because of my last name.

Working in the industry wasn’t for me. I needed something new.

Where L.A. is full of new arrivals with high hopes of stardom, San Diego is full of new arrivals with high hopes of big surf. People are here to relax. They want to smoke some reefer and chill. L.A. is so not-chill. L.A. is full of busybodies and Bluetooths.

∗ ∗ ∗

When I was old enough to spend the entire day on set with my dad, he was at the Los Angeles Police Academy, next to Dodger Stadium. It was the breeding ground for L.A.’s finest, and he was there filming. My dad had introduced me to Donnie Wahlberg and Mykelti Williamson earlier in the day. I wasn’t too familiar with Donnie, but when I met Mykelti, all I could think was, Oh, my God, I am shaking Bubba’s hand from Forrest Gump! His bottom lip even jutted out a bit from all those months of playing Bubba.

While the crew was setting the next scene, Donnie and Mykelti were standing around. Donnie walked over to me and took my hand.

“What was your name again, sweetie?”

“Hayley,” I replied coyly.

My cheeks flushed because, well, let’s face it, those Wahlbergs are an attractive bunch.

He took me in his arms and started twirling me around. We were ballroom dancing in the middle of a shooting range. He was singing “Hayyyyyley, Hayyyyyleyyy” as we spun in circles. The crew watched, smiling and laughing. I was getting dizzy, but I didn’t mind because I was in the arms of a handsome man. I tried not to think about my lack of ballroom attire: tan Dickies, a purple tee, and an ugly sweatshirt I loved at the time.

When we finally stopped spinning, Bubba was there to catch me. I was in a celebrity sandwich. And as if they’d planned this all along, the wardrobe guy snapped a Polaroid of Donnie, me, and Bubba with huge smiles on our faces. Everyone cheered. They both hugged me. And then they went back to play kick-ass L.A. cops. Like that was normal.

One hot Los Angeles morning, my dad and I ventured to the Los Angeles Coliseum, where he was on location filming an episode of CSI: NY. Base camp was in the middle of the field. And who was directing this episode? Emilio Estevez. During lunch, he and a couple of crew members were tossing a football back and forth when my dad and I wandered onto the field. As my dad talked to Emilio, someone tossed the ball in Emilio’s direction. He tossed it to me. I tossed it back, saying I wasn’t good at throwing a football.

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Altius March 23, 2011 @ 2:01 p.m.

Cute story, Hayley. Plenty of name-dropping, of course, but it was done in light, pleasant style. Brava.


chargernation24 March 24, 2011 @ 9:45 a.m.

I don't want to take anything away from your writing skills in particular but this was a huge waste of my time! Why would I want to read about somebody bragging about their parent's job and basically rub it in the face of others. It's a perfect example of the problem with Hollywood, everyone involved thinks that they are hot stuff.


Jay Allen Sanford March 24, 2011 @ 7:40 p.m.

This young lady had an interesting story to tell, and she told it very well! Enjoyed this feature a bunch ---


Visduh March 24, 2011 @ 8:07 p.m.

Yeah, babe, you were name-dropping like mad. Now that you've had your fifteen minutes of fame, try doing some serious writing. You might find out that you're good at it.


SurfPuppy619 March 24, 2011 @ 9:41 p.m.

Chyler Leigh and Chris Lowell wanted to take a picture, and Taye Diggs was upset when he realized he was too late to get in the shot.

Chyler Leigh is so SMOKING HOT!.....Loved her in "Not Another Teen Movie" with Chris Evans ("Captain America", Torch of "Fantastic 4")......


SurfPuppy619 March 26, 2011 @ 9:10 a.m.

But I am sure it's just as exciting to her as meeting the Brady Bunch would have been to me.

One of the ALL TIME best kids show to ever hit the TV screen.

I watched it every Friday on the ABC kids line up;

1) The Brady Bunch 2) The Patrdige Family 3) Nanny and the Professor

ABC was insane to cancel that line up.......it was GOLD.


SurfPuppy619 March 27, 2011 @ 10:02 a.m.

David Cassidy during the first 2 years of "The Partridge Family" was BIGGER than the Beatles! He was selling out 50K seat stadiums. That to me is just unbelievable, yet true.

I loved the show (I loved the entire 3 show line up), because me and Danny Bonaduce were about the same age and he was the funniest kid on TV back then, we all wanted to be like Danny Partidge...Susan Day was pretty hot to all of my buddies too, a bonus-sort of like how David Cassidy was to you and millions of girls! Thos ewere awesome times for me.........very special.

TV back then-like everything back then- was so different. We had the three main VHF channels; ABC, NBC and CBS, and a few UHF channels and that was it. And they all went off the air bewteen midnight and 2 AM. Today you have 200 channels and they are on 24/7.

I would not trade those times for anything though.


SurfPuppy619 March 27, 2011 @ 9:54 p.m.

Oh Mindy-I agree with you TOTALLY, you left out the "Beverly Hill Billies" "I Dream Of Jeannie" and "I Love Lucy" (I still find Lucy as funny today as I did in the 60's growing up watching the re-runs).

And I can still see my FAVORITE comedy shows from the old, old days almost everyday -"The Three Stooges"


tomjohnston March 29, 2011 @ 11:18 a.m.

Actually Mindy, it's in Bel Air, not Beverly Hills.


SurfPuppy619 April 6, 2011 @ 6:08 p.m.

The "Kikby Mansion" 750 Bel Air Road, Bel Air. It no longer has the front entrance, from when they filmed the BHB there from 62-65. You go in from an access road to the west, but the home is the same home with the same courtyard and trees from when they filmed there 50 years ago-they totally remodeled the inside, but the BHB never filmed inside. They were no long allowed to film on the property after the 1964/65 season, the third season, sot he only shows the manion are in are the B&W shows, since they switched over to color the year after they stopped filming at th emansion. The mansion was also used in the Jerry Lewis film Cinderfella and the Grace Kelly film High Society (I think it was Grace Kelly).

The mansion has one of the largest parcels of land in Bel Air, something like 6, 7 or 8 acres.


tomjohnston April 7, 2011 @ 12:32 a.m.

Actually, the Kirkeby Estate is now the Perenchio Estate. It's owned by a billionaire named Jerry Perenchio. I read something about him after Liz Taylor died. He was her agent at one time. He also handled Brando. I think he bought the mansion around 85-86. When he and his wife did an extensive remodel, the got rid of the gate and moved the entrance. You actually don't enter from an access road to the west. The main entrance to the estate is on the north east part of the property about 50 yds south of where Bel Air Road and Nimes road meet, hence the new address, 875 Nimes Road. I think the parcel is 9 or 10 acres and I believe it is the largest privately owned parcel in Bel Air. Perenchio is also supposed to be the largest property owner in Malibu. BTW Grace Kelly was in High Society; it was her last movie.


SurfPuppy619 April 7, 2011 @ 11:58 a.m.

There is another property down the road that has a multiple acres, I cannot remember the name of the street, but it is not far from the mansion. I would not be surprised if the BHB mansion has the most acres is Bel Air, most are on less than 1 acre, if that.

I have some outside pics of when they remodeled the inside, might put them on flickr.


tomjohnston April 7, 2011 @ 4:07 p.m.

I think you'd be suprised, surfpuppy619. I'd wager there are more larger parcels than you think. On the west side many of the parcels are smaller and the building is denser there. Although there is a 16 acre parcel, but it's not residential, it's a vineyard. It seems that most of the parcels east of BACC are larger. There are some in upper Bel Air that are pretty big too, but they might not actually be considered Bel Air


adrian_ar3 March 26, 2011 @ 3:14 p.m.

Hayley tisk tisk tisk!(SMH)somebody slap her please!!! this artical although interesting made me wanna vomit, swallow it, and throw it back up again. you sound like a spoiled little girl "while everyone receives calls from their grand parents and blah get one from grays anatomy star" oh stfu! nobody care. that show sucks by the way along with more then half the work you mentioned your dad to be apart of.(just my opinion) and the way you act towards your co-worker is not right granted she sounds kind of annoying, just tell her no. you dont have to hold a ray of hope over her head like you have some kind of power. please just do San Diego a favor go back to Hollywood with all that mess

P.s. I hope you slip on a Starbucks coffee cup at the mall.


Jay Allen Sanford March 26, 2011 @ 8:11 p.m.

Mindy brings up an interesting point. I've written many celeb-centered features for the Reader, like My Brunch With Yoko, Why I No Longer Date Porn Stars, and How Not to Interview a Celebrity, a collection of my worst celeb encounters. None of those stories generated such discourteous and dismissive comments --

Is it because of Hayley Rafner's youth that her cover feature inspired such vitriolic response from chargernation24 and adrian_ar3? Is she somehow not allowed the latitude of Reader columnists like Duncan Shepherd, Jeff Smith, myself, and other staffers prone to first-person pop culture accounts rife with "name dropping"?

In any event, I second Visduh's suggestion that Miss Rafner pursue more writing opportunities -- if this article is a fair indication, her work may well turn up again in these pages and/or in other publications well worth a read ---


SurfPuppy619 March 27, 2011 @ 10:04 a.m.

I agre with you Mindy, there is nothing wrong with being proud and sharing your experiences.

And you're never going to please everyone.


FlyingOwl13 March 27, 2011 @ 9:55 p.m.

This was an enjoyable story to read and I agree with Mindy about Hayley's enthusiasm being exhilarating.


chargernation24 April 6, 2011 @ 5:51 p.m.

Okay, first of all, nobody is going to write a story about hanging out with their teachers after class. If the purpose of this story is not to show off then please tell me that it is. Also, I'm not here to discourage anyone, as I did write "I don't want to take anything away from your writing skills in particular" before. Apparently I'm not allowed to have or voice my opinion. Sorry Mindy, I guess I missed the "You can only post comments if you loved this story" button.


ItsJustMe June 8, 2011 @ 5:56 p.m.

I know I am way late to the party but I thoroughly enjoyed the story. I too have had experience with "The Industry" and I know exactly how she feels. I dont think she was name dropping, she was pointing out who she has met, much like any of us would do if we met celebrities. I personally would love to hear more. I am sure she has a ton of stories she can share.


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