I come from good stock. Both of my parents are big - my dad is a big guy; my mom is a big lady.

My dad was a good athlete. My mom had longevity. There were some athletic genes that certainly got passed down.

I'm blessed to have a dad who's always there for me and a mom who's always there for me, and they're on good terms.

The more words I learned, the more I started to verbalize my feelings. Whenever my mom or dad would compliment me by saying something like 'Good boy,' I'd immediately correct them. 'No. Good girl.'

My mom's side is very Orthodox, and my dad's side is the opposite, very liberal. I got a taste of both worlds, and I got to make up my own mind. I'm somewhere in the middle, which is a good place to be.

It was my mom who pushed me. My mom actually pushed my dad to train me. My dad knows what it takes to play at this level and be a really good basketball player, and he just wanted me to make the choice for myself.

My parents couldn't give me a whole lot of financial support, but they gave me good genes. My dad is a handsome son-of-a-gun, and my mom is beautiful. And I've definitely been the lucky recipient. So, thank you, Mom and Dad.

Bob Dole. He's like the neighbors' Labrador retriever your dad used to curse for all that barking, all that darn digging in your mom's tulip bed, and now look, you live next door to a godforsaken pack of teeth-baring rabid Pomeranians, and, good golly, Bob Dole!

It's been a long road. A humble Dearborn beginning. Secretary mom, dad teaching handicapped children. Working for what they had. Eventually, I moved to L.A. but, not good for me, I felt rejected. So I stopped acting and, needing to feel good inside, became a chef.

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