To my son Tommy,
On the car ride home, after picking you up at your grandmom's house, you were singing your heart out. I thought to myself, "I am making a potential pop star!" and started dreaming about your future fame and fortune. Just before I broke into my own version of Dr. Hook's "Cover of the Rolling Stone" or Dire Straits "Money For Nothing", I realized I am not making a pop star. I am not making you into anything. My job is not to pick your future career or make you into something but to give you every opportunity to be the best Tommy you can be. You are off to a great start.
Sincerely with love from your dad,
Leo
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