The longevity imparted by those stout genes is impressive. Here's my half Norwegian uncle—my father's youngest brother, the only surviving family member of that generation—on a visit to his lovely California home in 2017. He was 93 at the time. My fingers are crossed that a bit of what made it into him was passed on to me! But his temperament is even—though he feels things deeply, he rarely gets "exercized," as we say, about the inevitable bumps in the road. Whereas I am cursed/blessed with the outfall of my mother's Sicilian genes (what a mix! aperna will understand) and am consequently more excitable. A personal trainer comes to his home once a week, and he has told her, "If I don't make it across the finish line (to age 100) I want my money back!