How I dreaded the “visitation.” Having to see my father’s dead body. Having to meet and greet well-wishers while being in a highly emotional state. What a horrible ordeal this is going to be, I thought. And yet, the visitation on Thursday night was strangely healing. I’m not sure why, but it was. I do have some ideas, though. [Read more…]
Well, in our travels, we went through Moore, seeing the devastation that was truly awful–in the sense of both “terrible” and in the older sense of “awe-inspiring.” A whole swathe of the city, marking the twister’s path, just obliterated, with houses, businesses, and other structures reduced to unrecognizable piles of debris. Coming back, we went by a forested region outside of town, the trees just knocked over and thrown about like toys.
We didn’t see our two sets of relatives by marriage who lost their homes. They were at work when the tornado struck (a major reason the loss of life was relatively small being that most people in the neighborhoods where it hit the hardest weren’t at home at that time of day). They came back to find their homes blown down to the foundations. We were told that they are feeling philosophical about it all. [Read more…]
Newsweek tells the story of a sperm donor:
[Kirk] Maxey, 51, happens to be one of the most prolific sperm donors in the country. Between 1980 and 1994, he donated at a Michigan clinic twice a week. He’s looked at the records of his donations, multiplied by the number of individual vials each donation produced, and estimated the success of each vial resulting in a pregnancy. By his own calculations, he concluded that he is the biological father of nearly 400 children, spread across the state and possibly the country.
At the time, there was little screening for disease or genetic issues, so now Mr. Maxey is crusading for better regulation of the industry. He is worried, among other things, that some of his progeny might meet each other and have children of their own, even though they are brother and sister. Recently, two of his offspring–his daughters–traced him down as their real father. Now they get together sometimes. Here they are, going out for ice cream:
List the different ways this is wrong.
HT: Kirk Andersen