Of inherited genes and fun finding them
A funny thing happened on the way to ... where? or what? Hard to describe what I’m trying to write about. You see, our oldest daughter, Heather, came down from Minneapolis two weeks ago to spend a weekend with her Beloved Mother (okay, my description, not necessarily hers). In the course of our reminiscing about her and her siblings growing-up years, she recalled with a chuckle how her dad’s arms would itch whenever we would tease him.