A guest post by Amy Waeschle Because my last name isn't Moscrip anymore, not a lot of people know that I'm Duke's daughter. My picture is on the wall of his restaurants, so when I'm there people sometimes put it together, but for the most part, I live outside of his and my brother's world. I secretly enjoy this. As a kid, it felt like everyone knew me. This had advantages, such as a slight preferential treatment from teachers. It definitely helped me get the service jobs I slogged through in my teens and twenties. But it also meant that Continue Reading