I was the dumb, weakling, second son to my father. I remember well the first dinner table debate, "I Won". As best as I understand he spent his bon vivant years in Paris as a visa over stay so never left France. On some cafe patio too nearby was "The Aga Khan" who could drink wine because it became water upon touching his holy lips. Too loud my father said he would prefer water become wine and got the full "eye ball treatment". In 1935 a distant cousin found him convinced him to get out of Europe because it will become especially unhealthy to Jews and almost like an "operation paper clip", got his visa to approved from the Embassy in Paris. The other twist was the WASPy interviewer was impressed with his relationship to Morris Cohen, who I guess was like a Professor Kingsfield (Paper Chase) at New York City University. One of the "closest" times I remember was when I had this little 2 chicken egg incubator. As one lived to peck its' way out of its' shell - he watched for a time as I was hypnotized for hours. He really was hypnotized for the moment as I am more naturally. As an "Engineer" he disliked biology as a Science Biology is was too "mushy". Until he needed more understanding of his efforts in communication systems and the two successful Viking Landers on Mars while so many subsequent efforts failed His last Biology was in the ole USSR where he believed more virile men had sons. And he had 2. Makes sense. It took hours of deprogramming and reprogramming to X and Y chromosomes, etc. I will admit to my observation that women who are like the only female among male siblings are more likely to have sons. And those with only sisters, less likely. Likewise my sister in law's MS.and families with neurological . . her aunt had it. Maybe he was right. My mother had 2 brothers. And was the first Jewish woman my father dated because he was an assimilationist. In his aerospace years working with ex NAZIS he would ask any critic what they did in the Joe McCarthy years! My father got early AM phone calls from Roy Cohn and hung up on him. That's mine for now, anyone else? Moi Across an immense, unguarded, ethereal border, Canadians, cool and unsympathetic, regard our America with envious eyes and slowly and surely draw their plans against us.