I knew my mother, God rest her soul. I have heard any number of stories that I might be the illegitimate child of a wealthy Jewish person in my home state who apparently had a long-running affair with my mom over a period of several years, but I have no interest in finding out if it is true.
My successes, such as they are, are my own. My failures in life, likewise. Neither the person who was married to my mother nor the man rumored to be the sperm donor were around to be a father for me when I was growing up, and both are now deceased, so my lack of interest in finding out who did what is complete.
I simply do not care. I won’t be getting a DNA test.
Are you Wesley Clark?