Jan 15, 2020
8 min read
Finding Grandpa’s Folks
The Sixth Sense: What DNA Testing May Not Reveal
I ran into my grandparent’s living room in Weehawken, NJ. I gave my grandfather a big hug, as usual, and a Little Person was standing in the middle of the living room. It was a Little Man. He was in front of the small TV. Was he frowning or squinting at Poppop as the small TV played the Yankee’s game? “Who’s THAT. Poppop?” I asked him.
