Genetic Disposition

This is my maternal grandfather. He was an English professor at a college in Illinois.

Eugene Waffle, 1903-1968

He went bald, then had a detached retina. If I had taken after him any more than I have, I would have dropped dead from a heart attack 18 months ago.

Speaking of Mom, she used to live the theater life in New York. If this wasn’t her favorite song, it was one of them, sung by a young Jerry Orbach long before Law & Order.

My favorite song expressing the same sentiment is this one. I posted it 18 months ago, after not dying from a heart attack.

(Haven’t) Been There, (Haven’t) Done That

I had a visa to install a medical laboratory system in Pakistan.

The night before my scheduled flight out of Boston, a bus was firebombed outside of the Karachi hospital where I was going to work. As I watched the event on the CBS Evening News, my boss called and asked, “You seeing this?” With no need to specify what “this” was, I said “Yep.” He had just gotten off the phone with the big boss, and I was told, “You’re not going.” I never did, due to ongoing political unrest in Pakistan, culminating that year in the hijacking of Pan Am Flight 73.