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I have three kids. My oldest, David, lives in Chicago where he is an actor/writer (with a day job to pay the rent); I wrote about him here several years ago when he performed in a Klingon version of "A Christmas Carol." My second child, Brian, has worked in retail (among his employers have been Starbucks and a local wine shop, where he developed a palate far superior to mine) and is doggedly pursuing a dream of working in sports.

Which brings me to my third child. Allison, my only daughter ... who turns 21 today. I'm traveling this week - as you read this, I'm probably on my way to the Food Marketing Institute (FMI) convention in Chicago - and so I'm not going to be with her as she celebrates this major milestone. And so I wanted to take this public opportunity to apologize for that, and to say that I love her and am proud of her ... and that I promise to make up for it when I get back.

There's nothing like having your youngest child turn 21 to make one feel like the mileage is beginning to pile up, but there's nothing like having three great kids to make one feel young. Seems like a reasonable trade-off to me.
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