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I love being a dad. I just love it.
My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that’s not so bad but New York City?
I wanted to be a skinny little ballerina but I was a voluptuous little Italian girl whose dad had meatballs on the table every night.
My dad became a soap opera actor, and I was an extra in a skating rink scene on the soap. I didn’t audition. It was nepotism all the way.
My dad was good with actions.
Fortunately, as it pertains to guns, my dad and uncle introduced me to guns the way it needs to be done: smart, slow and safe.
My dad is a motorcycle guy, not some Hollywood dude.
My dad loves what I do and I support my parents financially because they didn’t have a job that gave them a pension.
My dad was my best friend and greatest role model. He was an amazing dad, coach, mentor, soldier, husband and friend.
All that really matters is I have two beautiful kids, and I’m trying to be the best dad I can possibly be, and that’s the most important thing of all.