On DNA, the Mad Hungarian and where I came from

You would think that spending 40 years in a deadline-oriented business would eventually cure a case of raging procrastination. But you’d be wrong.

My 40-year anniversary in newspapers is sometime in October. But after all those years of deadlines and commitments and determining what to leave in and what to leave out — apologies to Bob Seger — the notion of “why do today what you can do tomorrow?” is still sometimes problematic.

So it took me more than six months to actually make use of the Ancestry DNA kit that The Princess got me for Christmas. It wasn’t so much laziness that kept me from handing over my DNA for analysis. You see, I was pretty sure I knew all that there was to know about how I came to be. But it turns out I was missing some important information.

I always considered my