Friday evening I received a text from my daughter. She advising taking a DNA report. It involved nothing about confirmation of me as her biological dad. No need to go any further on that thread.   The DNA report she shared advised my daughter’s “genetic muscle composition is common in elite power athletes."  I muse back, “It makes me want to get one.” I added, “Wow.” She replied, “Do it!!!”

Several of my friends often plan Uber nights. It's essentially a plan to drink and let Uber drive you around. Everyone can drink and not worry about driving home.   Well here's an interesting result of an Uber night as reported by SkyNews. A drunk Uber user was hit with a $1,635 bill after falling asleep and embarking on a 300-mile journey across three states.   Kenny Bachman, after a night out with friends in Morgantown, West Virginia decided to get Uber to take him back to where he was staying, near West Virginia University's campus.

We saw "Black Panther" last week in 3-D and to be honest I think it would've been a better choice to see it in 2-D.   Passing on the quality of the movie which is breaking box office records, the experience was not a pleasant one. The picture was dark and blurry through the glasses and at times when there was no action I took off the glasses and was better able to see the actors. 

Some time ago, Nancy blogged about old friends. About two weeks ago, I received an email from Gothamite William Skody giving me regards from his neighbor, Sal. Sal and I worked together over twenty years ago. I liked Sal then and I like him now. We’ve kept in touch. I’ve always liked Sal. He’s a real mensch (as Fred would say, that’s a legal term). Sal helped me in a very special way many years ago. When my father asked me to take him home from the hospital, Sal helped me fulfill my father’s last request. My father had to go home on a respirator with a hospital bed.

From Wiki and other reputable sources:

  I admit that periodically, I enjoy a good binge watch. My first ever binge was Mad Men. I couldn’t get enough. I almost missed my train stop more than once, absorbed in a particular story line as the E train pulled into the Fifth Avenue station.    

  My stepdaughter, Danielle Gura, teaches first grade in an inclusion class (the class is populated with both mainstream and special education children) in Brownsville, Brooklyn. Fifty-five percent of the children live in transitional housing (shelters). Approximately eighty percent of the school’s students qualify for free breakfast and lunch.