FROM THE EDITOR'S PEN
/ The DNA of Character /
Maybe it took decades (okay, many, many decades)
for the picture to become clear. But, as I
know that so much of my make-up can be attributed to
DNAóGrampís hairline (for that I am thankful), Dadís
height (nothing personal, Mom, but thankful once
again)óI am also drawn to consider the DNA of
Of course, I see traits of my family in my own
personalityóMomís humor (check), her sense of style
(no trace of that in me), Grampís love of mischief
(check), Dadís calmness and ability to reason (well,
sometimes). But, as I think back to my childhood, I
can also see parts of me actually attributable to my
extended family of neighbors.
When I was six, we moved into a neighborhood in
North Miami Beach, Florida, and those couples living
within the six or eight houses around us became an
extended group of parents to me. I now see clearly
what parts of my DNA they each provided.
Whenever I felt a little Buddy Rich cool (wouldnít
that be nice), or stylishly classy (not too very
often) or even a fleeting moment of business savvy,
I can point out the specific person in our little
neighborhood with whom that moment most puts me in
This map of my extended family DNA of Character
would not be complete without our beloved Gilda who
we lost this week. Calm and always equipped with a
wry and warm smile, one of her traits that really
stood out for me was her sense of humor. So, if you
ever see me being even slightly bawdy in the humor
department, you know who you can thank for that.
And I do.
If those folks who make up parts of your own DNA of
Character are still around, call them today to say
thanks. If not, take a moment to thank them in a
silent prayer. Like DNA, they will always live on in
you and in the loved ones whom you influence, and in
those whom they influence Ė and so on and so forth.
Thanks, Gilda. You will always be remembered.