I’m lucky to have such an incredible family. They’ve been so supportive of my radio and my writing.

My dad was a natural jokester - and boy, could he make a killer spaghetti sauce.

My mom. Somewhere in the afterlife she’s STILL irked that she didn’t win that damned TV. (See Chapter 19.)

My boy, D3. This was from one of our Magical Mystery Tours, to Lambeau Field in Green Bay.

Dominic III and Sabra. No father could be more proud.

My dad as a young serviceman. I just love the tilt of that hat.

My time with my mom was way too short.

D3 today, working under the pen name Charlie Keaton.

Taking in some baseball with Gretchen. She has two terrific daughters - my step-daughters - but we’ve made the decision to maintain their privacy.

I’m truly blessed with the greatest siblings ever. It’s always a non-stop laugh-fest whenever I’m around them - which is not often enough. With me from left: Donna, David, D’Ann, and Dean. Not pictured: Debra - who turned me on to The Beatles.

Niles the Weirdo. Definitely a member of the family. Probably the cutest member of the family, too. The little bastard.