I was 20 years old the summer my nephew was born so it was inevitable that I would become the cool Aunt.

And so I did.

He’s a small-town kid just like I was, but ever since he’s been old enough to realize it, I’ve lived in big cities and worked in the film and television business.

When he was 12 years old he and a friend spent an entire day on the set of the short film Rob and I produced, observing with wide-eyed wonder and stuffing their faces with food from the craft service table.

After that he came at least once or twice a year to stay with us for a few days at a time. He watched Rob's old music videos, dabbled on the drums and practiced his guitar in our music room and watched cable television late into the night in our basement.

Three years ago I took him on the set of a feature film Rob was working on. He caught a nod from one of his favorite actors and was delighted when the grips and special effects technicians gave him a special tour of their extremely impressive work.

Two summers ago Rob wrapped up production on this movie and brought him home a crew shirt and hat which, he assured me, was certain to help score chicks.

And just last year he confided with a sly smile, “Yup, I do a lot of bragging about my Uncle Rob to the kids at school.”

Well now it’s my turn.

I wasn’t sure if he would have time for his Aunt Kelly last Friday night when I first saw him, surrounded by all his friends, in my old hometown in a rented arena that smelled like teen spirit and possibility.

But he did.

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