Thursday, July 20, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Years ago when I was living in Boca Raton, someone asked me if I were someone else, someone whose last name is also Calkins, but no, I am not she. Besides, there is no "u" in my last name. So there was no reason for me to think twice about that. I just have no idea who those people are.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it certainly would seem so mean of me, so bad, so unpatriotic to even consider the notion of suing my very own government, of invoking various charges mainly for sending all these mentally retarded people to harass me on a regular basis throughout high school. And yet, well, the thought has crossed my mind that I am entirely powerless to actually do that. I am nobody important that the CIA would bother about me. Perhaps it was just a strange convergence of stupidities that makes my life so miserable and no one really deserving of the blame. So we will just have to leave the CIA dangling at the end of its tether before they eventually issue their apology with attached check for monetary damages, thank you very much.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, why are you so surprised to learn that on the day of the crucifixion there was also an earthquake and a darkening of the sun, whether by solar eclipse or other signs I don't know. But these things are mentioned in the New Testament in case you did not notice, so there is really not news.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Which Reminds Me

In El Salvador, Susie and Sammy like to boast of their friendship with the Jewish family next door to their house. The Stewarts at one time lived in the mission house next to the Bible Institute, but on the other side of their house was a house wherein lived a Jewish family who had an only daughter. They owned a factory wherein was manufactured, I can't remember what, maybe they said the Popeye chocolate bars. (Although the ice cream bar factory also would have been an interesting tour.) The twins were given a tour of the chocolate factory. I remember seeing that house next door to them but I never lived in that house that I should have occasion to go there. It was the Stewarts who first befriended them. If there are some other missing pieces to that story I really wouldn't know. That is all I know about that. Someone was telling me some other things about that Jewish family but I cannot comment further on such nebulous clues.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Anyway, I see that you forgot to tell me that Stephanie is actually Jewish. Only now do I learn this through the back door. Well, all the more reason for me not to involve myself in the intestinal conflicts of the local Jewish community of which I know very little. They were also there but I can't see that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, during high school economics class I remember that there were five or six tables of people. Our table was near the front of the room and there was a table of guys across from us, but I cannot remember who they were. I never exchanged any looks or commentaries with them and would not appreciate them presuming to speak for me as I cannot even remember wha their names were. They do not represent anything that I would want to say about this chatter regarding off-campus parties to which I was not invited mainly because I would prefer not to say anything about that because it just wouldn't be wise for me to get involved in whatever that was.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Anyway, fortunately I never made any claim of being one of the movers and shakers of society, that I should be required to fulfill all these ridiculous and exaggerated expectations of the people who are incidental acquaintances, not really my mother. Besides, I never applied to run for office. In fact, I never can meet all these expectations, an exercise in futility, all by myself. They say that God only helps those who help themselves, but what about those of us who are hexed before we even get started? This just doesn't work for me.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it looks like we won't be seeing much of those Stewart blobs now that they are so deeply embedded with the whiney Walkers at the dry docks of Arizona. Jane was always so quiet back in the old days that we did not realize what a very bad girl she really was until we heard her boring voice circulating out there in the ozone layer, thus removing all doubt about that. Sorry Tarzan but we don't want to be the ones having to say these things so we will just refer all these matters to the proper authorities.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Whch Remnds Me

Anyway, I do not consider myself to be under any obligation to play ball with the mentally retarded Gladstone riff-raff. No one ever said that they could not get married to whoever they want, or be a Bible study leader or whatever they want, so there is no reason for me to exhaust myself debating such an imaginary point that no one ever said about them in the first place that I know of. My sister put herself under an obligation to ferry them around in her car but that was her mistake, not mine. I really would prefer to completely ignore these incredibly boring yet insidiously damaging maneuvers because there is nothing that I can say right about that. Why do I have to feel sorry for such mean and nasty people? I just don't care. Go away and stop harassing me.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Oh, I don't remember, was Cheryl an incubator baby? At the missionary kid school it was just Cheryl and I in the fourth grade, but she is gone now and my long-term memories of that are mostly a blur. The next year the Stewarts returned, Sammy and Susie, and then there were four of us the same age, Cheryl and Susie and Sammy and I. Well, I can't speak for the Stewarts, but at least we were grateful for the lunches that our mothers provided for us, being trained at an early age to pray and say grace before eating our lunch of usually a sandwich that mother got up very early in the morning to prepare and also maybe a Thermos of juice or milk or something else to drink and maybe a piece of fruit or a piece of cake. When someone brought a Hershey bar to school, some people were inclined to trade their whole lunch away for such a treat, but I never did that. Oh, was I supposed to feel guilty about eating the lunch assigned to me?

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Whch Remnds Me

Sadly, Cheryl died at age 12. We were gone at the time. Afterward, Susie said some things very critical of Cheryl, but as I was out of the country at the time, I really can't verify that one way or another. It was just something that Susie said about why she was not particularly sorry that Cheryl had died.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that I do remember hearing that story about the woman who got pregnant on her wedding night and then the baby was premature, born at maybe seven months, so the birth data doesn't tell the whole story and might superficially appear sort of funny to strangers, but if you are even partly acquainted with them you would have no reason to doubt the story's veracity as it was passed along to us. But if you are someone who prefers to expound an alternate theory about that, the burden of proof is entirely upon you. No one is going to help you with that and the joke will be on you. So?

Monday, July 10, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It really grates on my nerves, all these very bad jokes about my birthmark, a large freckle, or rather cluster of freckles, on my left upper arm. This mark, you say does not compare to some other people's marks. Well, that may be so but I really do not care to get caught in the position of speculating upon the meaning of birthmarks. Whatever. I was dealt this handful of freckles and I wouldn't be me without them. So your cheapskate attempts to make me the marked woman fall flat, very very flat. Your shrill tones are like fingernails on a chalkboard.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Ok, so maybe it was more like 40 years ago that I last had contact with Debbie Lange, when she expressed her shock at my being so short (compared to her being so tall and taking dance lessons for mainly health reasons as one could easily assume). So maybe the next time that I feel like being gratuitously insulted behind the scenes I will get back in touch.

Years earlier, Debbie and I and also Sherry Turnbull were in the same cabin at junior high camp along with some other persons whose names I cannot recall. They were nobody important, just boring stuff. I suppose that their being eighth graders explains their disdain of seventh graders such as myself but actually I mostly don't remember who they were or why I should care about that.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know, during high school study hall I loved to go to the library and read from the Time-Life history books in the reference section, one for each decade. In Europe they have decadence, but in America we go by the decades. The 1910s preceded the 1920s later on we find the 1930s and so forth. These events are arranged in an orderly way and illustrated with many interesting photos, always better than listening to Kathy's idiotic rantings. These Italians protest way too much before I can even think of saying hello. I will always praise God and thank my lucky stars that I am not in any way related or connected to those deeply weird people.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was a big mistake for me to try to take the fall for whatever wicked thing Sharon Turner might have done or did. We really were not such close friends, certainly not related, that I wouldn't turn her in to the proper authorities if necessary, if I could, but as it is I really can't do that. Let Sharon Turner explain to us what she did to Jan a few years earlier and then we will be glad to confess whatever other mistake we might have  made not having any clue what Jan's problem was. Jan who? I really don't know these people very well and have no idea how to explain that.

Whch Remnds Me

About 50 years have gone by since the last time that I talked with Debbe Lange, can't imagine there could be any reason to communicate with her Lange cousins if New York, assuming she has any cousins in New York. I really wouldn't know anything if she does or not or anything else about that.

Which Reminds Me

As for that book, the autobiography of Madame Guyon, I can't say that I got very far into that, not very far past the first chapter. I found it difficult to relate to her medieval sense of morbid paranoia so typical of the Dark Ages, very depressing. Perhaps the book got better later on, but I actually  never got far enough know more about that. Maybe someday I will get around to finish reading that.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know that I will not be held responsible for the doings and sayings of some catty people who sat on the opposite side of the high school classroom snubbing me very methodically in that adolescent way of theirs, so all these false accusations are just a wearisome nuisance to me. It's like I don't exist, which is the way you wanted it, so get used to me not existing. Get it?

Which Reminds Me

When I was in high school maybe after 10th grade when the Stewarts were visiting for the summer, Susie gave me a birthday gift, a book, which she recommended as being of spiritual value. It was the autobiography of Madame Guyon, who was a French Catholic and mystic and founder of the Quietist movement. Interesting to see that Mrs. Baker of Rochester, New York, references the Quietist movement in some of her writings and even refers to Madame Jeanne Guyon. It is easy for Madame Guyon to be famous because she is married. Jean is my middle name, but a single person such as myself would find it not so easy to gain such credibility in the religious arena, a foundation for writing my autobiography which I promised to write at age 10. The writing of my autobiography has been scrapped, needless to say, because these French Catholics think they have no need of anything from me. Everything that is needful for life and work has already been provided by them. My thoughts are an unnecessary redundancy, at least as far as they are concerned.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Whch Remnds Me

I seem to remember that Sue Waleganda, who coincidentally was Ukrainian, is actually the person who would have the insider scoop on Jan Green's departure from Evangel, or at least the dorms. So why are you continuing to harass me on this subject matter? Just ask Sue and she will tell you what you need to know about that.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I heard that your nasty Charlotte is looking to come and smash my face. Well, ha ha ha! Nasty Charlotte pretending to be upper crust? don't make me laugh. Don't make me go through that. I don't want to be hearing from Charlotte ever again. That was just too weird.

Which Reminds Me

You were telling me that Charlotte went and married some guy who is somehow related to my aunt Linda, which somehow complicates matters. Ok, whatever. So that means that Charlotte is now married to some genuine trailer trash redneck idiot so it would be hard to reassemble that trio. We are quite willing to allow the state of California to secede from the union so that we no longer have to listen to Linda's incredibly loud temper tantrums on a regular basis. That was weird.

Which Reminds Me

During college, during chapel I once sang a trio with Sheryl Gansky and another person, maybe Charlotte although I can't remember. Warren was our pianist. That trio idea was actually Sheryl's idea. So? Needless to say, that could never happen again. Even so, if that is the only thing that you know about us, or me, you really don't know very much, truth be told. There really ought to be a law forbidding you from your viciously malicious and insidious malware coding all over the planet, but anyway it is not my place to say.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Which Reminds Me

If I were going to be in control, some Bethany heads will be on the chopping block to be sure, but as I have no control in these matters, I fail to see why I should care about the careless waste of funding that does not belong to me anyway, so whatever.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Which Reminds Me

During the time that I was rooming with Jan Green at Evangel, one day she suddenly said to me that I probably am condemning her because she dyes her hair an auburn color. Actually, the thought had not occurred to me, nor did the significance of the Auburn policy register any trigger in my brain, so I felt myself somewhat indifferent to the matter. The fact that my hair actually is a somewhat auburn color naturally, a very dark shade of auburn, probably makes her jealous of my beauteous aura, but no, that's not exactly what I said. I don't remember very much about that. I just didn't seem very important at the time.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, if only all my relatives could be disposed of and kept hidden in the background so that no one in the public arena would notice them and also they would not be allowed to interfere with my brilliant endeavors. How could I possibly succeed with all these country bumpkin cousins making a huge mess of everything? I don't mean to insult anyone but this whole situation is so ridiculous.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Which Reminds Me

When I was in high school applying for college, our friend Sharon Turner from Nebraska recommended that I ask to live on a certain dorm floor, where she had previously lived. So I did that, but I am not so sure, knowing what I know now, that it was a good idea to accept any recommendation from Sharon. That was really not a good way to start college life, getting kicked around by a pack of vicious Green prairie dogs.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I don't know why during college it never occurred to me to ask whether Nancy Nelson, who was Lori Way's roommate, was a cousin or kin to Matt Nelson, another college student. Why would I bother to ask such an insignificant question, assuming the thought had ever crossed my mind, which it had not. And anyway, it is something of a moot point in this day and age. About 200 years ago Admiral Nelson helped Europe subdue to the tyrant Napoleon, but in the present day and age Mr. Nelson is married to Napoleon's ugly stepsister, so he doesn't represent anything of significance in terms of world politics in the global arena, that I should be called upon to say something about that. Anyway, Matt married Sheryl Ganksy, remembered mainly as a waitress at Marie Callender's restaurant, and I see they live in Seattle now. Oh, I didn't know that. And you are also expecting me to make some comparisons to that other Cheryl, who died at age 12? That would be impossible due to dire prohibitions against any communication with the dead. We might see them again in the great blue yonder but until then we are sort of busy with this command to occupy until he comes.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I seem to vaguely remember that someone was accusing me of asking about the money but that is just a complete lie. I don't know even have a starting point clue to give you on that score. Who exactly is making this accusation? What money? Huh? I just have no idea what they are talking about.

Which Reminds Me

I really don't know very much about Bill. You must have mistaken me for someone else. I really can't say very much about him.

Which Reminds Me

When I was living in California at one time I applied for a job with the Ed Cole ministries organization, a job which I later declined to accept, and while there I said hello to Nancy Nelson, who I remembered from college as being Lori Way's roommate. Nancy was working there and she also told me that Debbie Boone's sister worked in the office next door. So that was interesting,

Which Reminds Me

Yes, for what do we need another Bethany College, just to train more tarty farty clones of Miss Murphy, thus perpetuating the follies of the disastrous Murphy's Law, so carelessly funded by the Binner riff-raff? No, I think we are all disgusted to hear more about the insidious activities of your tarty farty NoCal hoes. In my opinion, your hideous Green tarty farty Nanobutt is overdue for a serious flogging, but of course nobody cares what I think about anything. I don't dare say what I think about that.

We are fortunate that God does not give us what we deserve because otherwise we would just all be dead.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, during high school, that was nice of Gail Reese, wife of Baptist missionary Jerry Reese, to invite us, my sister and I, to participate in a group sewing project. We were to sew each of us a pair of Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls. We met a few times at the Reese's home where we cut out the pieces and partly sewed them. Time was growing short at the end of the school year as we were preparing to leave the country. Mrs. Reese dropped off at our house a box of stuffing, crumbly plastic foam, so we stuffed our pieces, doll arms and legs and body and head, until we ran out of stuffing, and had nothing left to send back for them to use. Sorry but we have to leave the country now. They will just have to find more stuffing somewhere else to finish their dolls. For a long time I had those doll pieces stored away somewhere in a box but without the pattern and instructions it would be hard for me to continue that. Raggedy Ann is a fictional character who appears in children's storybooks, some of which I had read at age 10 or 11.

Coincidentally, I can't remember whether Ann Campbell was there at the Reeses' house. Anyway, I don't remember anyone saying anything about Ann, whether or not she was invited or why. It wouldn't be appropriate to ask something about that even if the thought had occurred to me, which it hadn't.

Oh, was there some other meaning to the sewing project that someone forgot to tell me? Ann is so incredibly vain she probably thinks this song is about her. I often am not invited to parties and if I let that bother me I would just cry, but sometimes parties are really not that important.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it was sort of ludicrous and weird to hear Cori Nipper pretending to fire me. I was never an employee of her, I absolutely refuse to take orders from that foul-mouthed District hoe and I also receive no salary or other monetary compensation from her and her family so they have no place to be firing me. It's just so weird that anyone would take seriously the idiotic rantings of Cori. She gets nothing, no prize for behaving so badly. And anyway, I quit, so nothing that Cori said matters in the least.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It does seem strange that due to my time at Evangel, having roomed with Jan Green for about three months before she was expelled for some unknown reason, there continues to be a layer of icky Green slime all over my things. I was rather relieved to be rid of Jan although I wasn't quite sure how that happened. She was just suddenly gone. Her things were gone and the room window and the door wide open with fresh air blowing through which was sort of nice.

Which Reminds Me

During my first year at SCC I went on a date with Carlos Rodriguez, who took me to see the movie "Star Wars." But aren't movies against the college rules? But it was a date so perhaps that makes it OK to say yes? And then I have this completely boring Mexican guy following me around campus and finally I finished giving him the brush off so I probably should have said no to start with. And then later Cori keeps asking me about Carlos and I gave whatever excuse, but anyway Cori is always such whiney nuisance, not to be mean, just one more reason to drop the wicked Evans riff-raff out the window.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely recall that when I was studying journalism I wrote an article which was published in the student newspaper about the problem of the health care system and how it does function properly, but then again there is the problem of the uninsured and how the insurance companies are often called upon to cover the costs of the uninsured who appear in the emergency room in dire condition and it would be a violation of the Hippocratical oath for the doctors and medical professionals not to treat them, to just leave them sitting there to die, so yes the health care system certainly is a problematic thing with no easy answers.

Someone later added some other spin to the health care question but I can't quite understand how that happened or why.

Anyway, Jesus said, "The poor you have with you always."

Which Reminds Me

When I was born, or shortly before, when was my parents were deciding what to name me, the other choice of name, which was rejected, was Nancy. Thus, there is no Nancy in my family. The name of Nancy is just one of those hypotheticals that never actually happened. There was no twin to occupy the name of Nancy. There was just me, Candi. I did enjoy reading the Nancy Drew books but Nancy is actually just a fictional character with no place in reality.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I probably should have issued a stern and strong warning against Lori Kelderman at the time that she told me the story about her affair with Tom, a married man. His wife Cindy had apparently shut him out of her life, or at least that is what Lori said that Tom said about Cindy. And yet am I not already in deep do-do from having reprimanded Loren's trashy hoe Alanna Popineau? Oh, but Loren did not marry her because she had an affair with that other guy, what's-his-name. And then they expect me to minister to these garbage people. Ridiculous. I would rather move across country than to stay and get better acquainted with the Popineau's peasant trash following. The more I learn about them, the more I am inclined to depart. I am in trouble if I say something or if I don't say something, either way. And besides, Lori and Tom are military skunks. Military people apparently have very low moral standards, at least from what I have seen of them, so I declined Lori's attempt to recruit me into the military. Ick!

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Which Reminds Me

There is nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with the nasty vicious bimbos of Michigan. However, it is weird how these Michigan riff-raff seem to gravitate nearby even though I have no connection whatever to Michigan. There was Rhonda, Pam, Linda, then Lori Kelderman and so forth. I don't want to be hearing more about your Michigan soap opera. Enough of that. You can find my address in the phone book if you want to send along my well-earned paycheck. Otherwise, I really couldn't care less about Michigan.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I seem to remember that Ireland already has a Queen and her name is Elizabeth. So there is nothing of interest worth saying about the governance of Ireland, in particular the fate of its redhaired housemaids and washerwomen, nor any reason for myself to be represented in the public arena by the horridly nasty filthy rich Kennedy girls of New York. It would be much easier for me to just kill myself than to entangle myself with such horribly nasty rich people, needless to say. Besides which, I am not Irish. But nobody asked me that. They just jump to these ridiculous conclusions and start screaming a pack of ridiculous lies based on nothing. There is just nothing to it.

Which Reminds Me

You obviously have mistaken me for some other person and I cannot quite figure out who that might be because I certainly did not know anything about all this stuff. The easy thing to do would be to just play along for a short while and let you live with your mistake but conscience directs me rather to provide a correction, to make sure that you are brought to a renewed understanding that you are actually not talking to me. You are addressing some other person. You are talking to someone but it is not clear to me who that would be.

Living in Central America, a white person among a sea of browns, it often occurs that these brown people mistakenly imagine that any white person is extremely wealthy and affluent and thus in bargaining in the marketplace they are reluctant to lower the price. The bid is automatically set higher when they see the white person is the buyer. On one occasion we had our brown friend Conchi bargaining on something on our behalf but I really don't think it was worth it just to buy some piece of junk, to save ourselves a few pennies. I would rather just bargain for myself. I wouldn't want to be mistaken for that some Mayan brownie. I wouldn't be able to understand their issues or answer for them so the reverse is likewise true. (But it was an interesting experiment in how differently these primitives behave towards white people.)

Which Reminds Me

That was quite rude of you to come and scream something about voodoo needles and how you are going to torture me in that cruel Caribbean way of yours. All the more the reason for us to dump you in that garbage basket in which we dumped that ridiculous Ann " Campbell's soup can." We are all better off with vicious Ann exiled somewhere up above the Arctic Circle.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one would think, theoretically, that we should at least befriend the persons on our left and right hands in the high school classroom. However, when it becomes obvious that some conspiracy is afoot to exclude me from society so that they can sit back and laugh at me floundering about trying to fill in the blanks, a very intentional and deliberate plot on their part, I can only pray that I be excused from this onerous and undignified social duty which involves futile attempts to bestow unearned praises upon them. Thank you. Amen.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

My parents have many photos of Yucatan, including the ruins of the ancient Mayan civilization. There is a ball court there where the ancient Mayans played ball. It is hard for us to imagine in these modern times how they managed to throw the ball through that small hole and/or loop protruding from the wall on the left side. Yes, but then golf also seems complicated to me. I suppose that with proper training at an early age you might be able to learn how to do that, but I am much too old for that now, not to mention that the ball court is in ruins now. There could be aspects of he Mayan game that we would prefer to forget. Is the loser then killed as a human sacrifice? That wouldn't be appropriate.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Which Reminds Me

We see that the Kolbrin book says that persons who fail to get married are not held in high esteem. Yes, well, even so, I don't care that much about my esteem quotient. There are some things that I would not want to do for neither love nor money. So that doesn't mean very much.

Which Reminds Me

We are constantly amazed at your intimate familiarity with the tawdry affairs of Miss Murphy. She was my fourth grade teacher but at that time she was single and boarded with a family of local primitives. I can't quite remember who they were. I only saw them once when Miss Murphy held a sleepover for the girls of our class. She sent us home afterward with a black kitten which had gotten stranded outside her window somehow in the early morning. We named the cat "Spooky" because it was black. Several years later she returned with her husband, that creepy weird millionaire from
Colorado whom she had stolen from his wife. It is nice of the locals to allow them to live there in exile so that we don't have to listen to their tragic soap opera on a regular basis.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Which Reminds Me

THere seems to be some confusion about high school. Carmen is no friend of mine. That is a fiction invented by Rosanne Murphy. It is a bit awkward that I never get a chance to explain that actually I rather dislike Carmen but it wouldn´t be nice to talk about that. It would be rude to try to find all those unspoken words.

Which Reminds Me

Why all this nonsense about Ulises? Wasn't he Carmen's boyfriend during high school? His last name, Flores, means Flowers. But he died during his first year of college so there is nothing else to say about him.

Which Reminds Me

It is true that there are some photos of the Yucatan Peninsula in our family photo collection. My parents visited there in the early 1960s but that was before they became missionaries to El Salvador. During their few days in the Yucatan, they visited with their friend Harley Veil, who is probably no longer living at this advanced time. He was reportedly a unique person but I don't remember if I ever actually met him so it is hard for us to imagine what it might be like to spend the rest of your life amongst the Mayan peoples of Mexico, having to adapt your message to their Mayan laws and culture in that extremely legalistic way of theirs. We were only tourists passing through, never having really lived in Texas, so we really cannot imagine the backyard motivations behind this odd emphasis on the Mayan legal system. We imagine that our U.S. citizenship overrides any Mayan legal snafus, no need to belabor the point, although I really can't speak for some of my high school classmates who may be illegally pretending to be the law's koalbringers. No, I am no in Texas and I don't work for the Mayans.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Which Reminds Me

One year at college we were maybe at a retreat or some other type of prayer meeting near the beginning of the school year and during some kind of prayer meeting of small groups there were some girls having an emotional time crying and hugging each other and probably praying. It was very crowded there and I overheard Joe Gaffney making some comments about all these dikes, in particular referring to Charlotte and her pack of friends because she was sort of overwrought crying and hugging all her friends. I overheard that because we were all crowded standing on top of each other and I happened to be within earshot of Joe, not because I ever had any conversation with Joe. Later, Dauna K. asked me if I remembered something about that and I said that actually yes I do remember overhearing Joe's commentary. Not that Joe's opinion matters very much. Joe is a sort of geeky redneck whose braggadocious bluster was well known on campus. So? Why are we still talking abut that?

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that I saw the movie "Star Wars" during college, and the "force" was presented there in fictional narrative format with multitudinous special effects. Unfortunately, the "force" of science fiction movies is often an vaguely amoral notion of strength or might makes right, not really a matter of good vs. evil. And if the evil has more brute force than the good, and the good is virtuous by means of submission or service, what then? These simplistic scenarios are entertaining on the TV screen yet often fail to hit the mark due to extreme irrelevancy, thus not eliciting any meaningful comment from the unconnected audience member sitting in front of the family room TV set.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Which Reminds Me

When the maravedí first appeared in the 10th century A.D. it was a gold coin and based on an Arabian currency system, but as time went on the amount of gold in the coin was reduced. Later the maravedí was became a silver coin and much later of copper, minted in the New World at Santo Domingo and was finally discontinued in 1847.

Which Reminds Me

One day during high school our Spanish teacher was talking about the voyage of Christopher Columbus, in which the Italian adventurer sailed forth across the Atlantic Ocean in three small boats and discovered the New World, an expedition commissioned by the Spanish monarchs Ferdinand and Isabella, and accounted for in maravedís, a Spanish coin of relatively small unitary value. But great things may be found in small denominations as well as large ones, which is, yes, perhaps as good a point to make as any. Why are we talking about this?

Monday, June 12, 2017

Whch Remnds Me

"Ho ho ho!" Are those the words of jolly Santa Claus?

Or is that a truncated alliteration of a translation of a word that was commonly on the lips of our Spanish male classmates during high school? The Spanish word refers to a woman of ill repute. On first glance it is not apparent whom they are talking about. The word is spoken into the air, not directed at any particular person present. The context seems to be entirely absent. So why are these Spanish men so obsessed with this concept, repeating the word constantly and so reflexively on a regular basis in a variety of circumstances of frustration or anger that would seem irrelevant to the actual meaning of the word.

I heard online that the Whitaker twins were planning make some huge demonstration about that. Well, fine, let's let the Whitaker twins go right ahead and explain what they are wanting to do about that. Because they did not ask my consent to participate in that, and was not properly informed, I will not be available to help them with that.

If I were a true racist I would have to explain about how these brown people are an inferior breed of primitive animal whose lack of internal impulse control makes them poor candidates for advancement. They may prosper well enough in a closed ecosystem of planetary isolation, but some of the finer points of Western Civilization could be lost in Spanish translation.

But that would be such a mean and racist thing to say, and would create a huge backlash problem for myself only if I participated in the Whitaker experiment. So no, I never said any such thing. You are only dreaming if you think that I said something about that. No, I am not your mother. I never claimed responsibility for your ignorant sputterings.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Which Reminds Me

What's next? Well, next we will see Queen Elizabeth making her appearance to explain that actually she herself is a descendant of Catharine via Mary so this whole tempest in a teapot is irrelevant. Why all this much ado about nothing? Resurrecting Sir Thomas More at this late date would be a moot point. Nothing would change because Elizabeth claims a more Germanic than Spanish line of descent, although she has some of that also. Ok, so how dare you question the queen's legal standing? Perhaps you prefer to build a system in which legal standing matters not. You did not take seriously the matter of legal standing so why should we care now that you are all drowning in the tartareous swamp lands? Whatever.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember that my grandfather knew something about Sir Thomas More, who is supposedly one of our ancestors although I am not exactly sure how that could be true. I really don't see the connection but who am I to argue with Ancestry.com's old "Famous Relatives" button? It also turned up Geoffrey Chaucer. Anyway, Thomas More was the famous English lawyer who lost his head because he made the effort to develop some elaborate legal arguments designed to prevent Henry VIII from divorcing his first wife Catherine. It was a wasted effort due to that thorny truth that the King's will is the law, at least in some cases, especially such personal issues as marriage and divorce. So who wants the thankless job of reviving Thomas More's arguments on Catherine's behalf, doubtless to the benefit mostly of Spain, a dry place of very hot weather. Yes, why would I ever talk about that?

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that there really ought to be some way of apologizing for the bad behavior of these overly bellicose nasty Italian witches who so badly represent our U.S. interests. How can you pretend to promote our American greatness when you are so apologetic of brilliant me and so utterly unable to reflect upon your own flagrant errors of such disastrous consequence throughout the centuries. With you it is just all a ying-yang game of you versus me. Well, guess what, I don't see it that way. But of course I can't really talk about that. It would not be wise for me to talk about that.

Which Reminds Me

I am really not interested in hearing more about Libby's Puerto Rican junk. Not to be mean but I really couldn't care less about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is hard for me to understand the mysterious events of WWII surrounding the death of Baptist missionary John Birch in China, much less why there is still an organization existing to represent something about that, but this is a free country and people are free to organize various groups and associations to advocate stuff about China, whatever that meant.

Which Reminds Me

I really must say that I had no idea that Libby was so fascinated and preoccupied with thoughts of Javier. I wasn't thinking about Javier at all. But of course Libby lives in a parallel universe so it is hard for us to understand what Libby is talking about. We just never go there.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I vaguely remember that someone was trying to involve me in a medical conflict, something about aspirin brands, do I prefer the Bayer or the Johnson & Johnson brand of aspirin? Truth be told I feel entirely neutral on the subject of aspirin. I am not opposed to the use of the occasional aspirin in case of mild headache. However, to me the generic brand will do the job. I see no need for myself to be investigating the finer points of aspirin branding.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Something about my grandmother's name? What a rude way you have of insulting my grandmother! I find your intimate familiarity with the Bible of Witchcraft astonishing but even so a title to the barren weedy wastelands is a useless tool.

Which Reminds Me

Truth be told, I never had any personal conversation with the Whitakers. It would be very difficult for someone of my appearance to communicate with such blondies whose entire worldview is based mainly on the fiction of "Alice in Wonderland." There is always the danger of finding myself portrayed as that cardboard character, the Queen of Hearts, an inconvenient fiction of no benefit to me. So it is better and more judicious to carefully work around and avoid the Pat and Michelle blondies whenever possible, which is always possible, because they are completely clueless about me and live in some alternate reality to which I have no likewise have no clues. I live in Christ, not in Pat or Michelle or Libby.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It is very strange, this selective amnesia of yours. Wasn't that you screaming in my face, claiming yourself to be the Medusa who would be coming at me in a hundred faces to drive me crazy? And do I dare to chop off all your heads? And now you are pretending that you never said that. Hmm... Who was that? The names all blur together in my mind. I can't quite remember who said that.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Which Reminds Me

In retrospect, there is really nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with some clueless co-worker and/or classmate. Why do these people imagine that I am going to give "back" to them, and then they are going to smash my face by divulging all my secrets to the outer world? Actually, that is not exactly how things are going to happen. Actually, I am not so blind to their snarky plotting as to be inspired to trust them all that much. Actually, I am not giving them anything important, just whatever unimportant trivia may be necessary to get along in the classroom or workplace, so their snarky little scheme has not really so much fuel as to propel them to such elevated heights of backstabbing traitorhood as they seem to imagine. I am just saying.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is so sad how Superman always has to worry and be concerned about encountering that hazardous material known as Kryptonite, reportedly of a greenish hue and/or color, which, if he comes into contact with that, would strip away his super powers and render him a regular defenseless mortal such as the rest of us. Of course, to us mortals Kryptonite is a neutral thing. It doesn't seem to do anything to us so we might not have noticed that. It is apparently only Superman who has to work around the Kryptonite problem.

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When our cousin David came to visit us in Southern California his suitcase was half full of comic books, so we enjoyed reading about the adventures of Superman, Supergirl, etc. Thus, in our minds, the story of David tends to reinforce in our minds lessons about the dangers of Kryptonite.

Which Reminds Me

One of the few things that I do remember about David is that he was fond of watching on TV shows such as "The Dark Side" or "Dark Shadows" or that type of occult thing. Which was perhaps sadly an omen of not good things to come, because obsessing on horror is not really very healthy. You really need a lot of prayer to get all that icky stuff out of your head.

Which Reminds Me

Oh, are you a friend of my late cousin David? Then I probably, most assuredly am not of aware of your existence. I never knew very much about his life. I was his cousin, not the girl next door. Needless to say.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Oh, that's nice. Ok, so Heather Caton, as president of the World Genesis Foundation, helps to organize summer camping programs in Romania. And also we see that Peter Moon's ramblings got him a position as partnerships director for the Foundation. And all this somehow connected to the time travel research of David Anderson, whose connection to the Scotty Kid Andersons of Washington, if there be any, is not known to us. Such occult matters are not high on our priority list of matters deserving of our attention. Maybe someday we will make note of your existence but then again there is no guarantee that we will have pause from mundane matters of daily living to ponder the mysteries of the ages. Oh, thanks Angie for sharing all your Romanian viruses. We can easily imagine that ministering in such Eastern Bloc countries would pose unique challenges but apparently there is more to that than anyone could have originally anticipated.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I certainly do not enjoy being harassed by creditors. Shouldn't there be a law saying that you cannot interfere with my ability to earn the money with which to replay my debts? Even if I wanted to pay that off I am so deeply underwater at the moment. You must be so much enjoying having the slaveowner prerogatives of the creditor that you would do anything to trip me up one way or another rather than to relinquish your stranglehold on my life. Anyway, how did you Kansas homebodies get admitted to the Union? Does make you wonder.

Which Reminds Me

It does seem strange that there would be so much obsessing about the "five" clique, whatever that is supposed to mean. I don't remember anyone saying anything positive about the "five" clique at Oakland Park. Mostly I just loathe stupid cliquey people so whatever. I have zero respect for stupid cliques of any number, four, five, six, seven. Whatever.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we really must be more compassionate in regards to the mental illness of Dawn. She must have been completely out of her mind to want to kiss those obnoxious little twits, Bobby and David. They really should not be encouraged to think that they would ever get a kiss from me. That would really throw all the proper wiring of relationships completely out of whack.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we all noticed Dawn's peculiar recipe for pickled butts, but we do not wish to repeat that disagreeable scheme. Given what we now know about these people and how they think, we have since then learned that we should not be expecting these little children to respect their elders, myself being older than all of them but really not your mother. We learned that we should just let these people act out their basest and most wicked impulses and reap the consequences of sin without offering any advice or guidance that would ultimately be rejected anyway due to their ying-yang Canadian political orientation. We have learned that nothing we say or think matters to them in the least and that all our good intentions matter not. Only what can be used against us will be recalled. We have learned that our presence on this planet is not welcome and that the sooner we can die the better because then they won't have to feel obligated to feed us and have chairs for us to sit in.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Which Reminds Me

If you have ever gone out to eat with Susie, paying your own check, you might remember how she always admonishes everyone to not pay the tip with pennies. That is because she at one time in high school worked as a waitress and always remembers how insulted she was when people unloaded their pennies on the table as the tip, leaving Susie with the strenuous effort of lifting all of these pennies off the table, and then all those pennies make your wallet feel like a lead weight in your purse, and your shoulder bag, if you use one, might even make your shoulder a bit sore, but at least you have your hands free. If you use one of those hand clutch bags of course you always have to be grasping it in your own hand. But anyway I always use a shoulder bag. Even so, I don't quite understand why Susie feels so insulted about that. To the bank it is just all the money—pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, paper. Paper beats rock, but that is a whole different story. We learned the rock paper scissors game in high school. Oh, did I produce scissors to your rock so that you imagine yourself entitled to crush me? I don't remember that clearly. Anyway, paper certainly is lighter and more valuable at the same time, but to the bank it is all about money. Money makes the world go round.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we really don't mind paying near $20 to try a medium pizza with at least pepperoni, adding maybe mushrooms, sausage, olives, from that famous multi-colored pizza restaurant in San Francisco.

That said, we are not so much interested in connecting with the Italian rioters of San Francisco who in the 1950s made a huge mess of everything. Even though the Italians of San Francisco may well deserve to be prosecuted for crimes of disturbing the peace and also the practice of slavery, perhaps their money and power connections made it difficult for law enforcement to get a handle on what actually happened. They were certainly not friends of us, but we are not in a strong position of being able to do something about that, given that we labor under a slave contract that allows them to not pay us a dime for all these services and hard work that we have been delivering. Something is wrong with this picture.

Why is the CIA subsidizing the criminal activities of these evil mafia trash Italian whiners? It just doesn't make any sense to me.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know, I really wasn't going to say anything about Amy's secret affairs with Michael Jackson, but then again the way that everyone is making such a big to-do about that makes me think that maybe there really is more to that than I had originally thought. So what are you suggesting? That we should add this item to the growing list of really annoying things about Amy, who is perhaps overdue for a serious reality check? Not to be mean but, anyway, we are not Foursquare so the name of Aimee is really not that special to us that we would grant special powers to clueless whiners named Amy.

Someone has perhaps confused us with the Andersons or the Goslings, who were the only Foursquare missionaries in El Salvador. When we left the country, we gave our job of translating letters to the Gosling girls, Charlene and Becky. Those were some cute letters, but if their translation skills were not such as to merit being retained in that position, we really can't blame the school system for dropping them. Not meaning to be mean, but I wouldn't want to stake my entire reputation on those clueless blockheads being the sharpest knives in the drawer.

Our family has always been AG, so you really don't know much if you are thinking Foursquare. Upon doing our family research we learn of the existence of my Dad's Uncle Sam, whose family is apparently Foursquare. Oh, I didn't know that. Well anyway, I don't even know these people exist so obviously we can get along just fine without those Blockheads.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Which Reminds Me

We don't have any Italians in our family tree but it was interesting to learn upon doing my genealogy research to learn that actually my Dad has some cousins who are maybe half-Italian because obviously they could not have gotten the Italian thing from us. We have no information to share on the subject of Italians. You will need to find someone who knows what they are talking about because, anyway, I have no idea how why they would be imagining that I would want to socialize with their Calabrian Italian cousin Joannie. I really have no idea who these people are, just because their last names are in alphabetical proximity to mine in high school roll call doesn't mean very much to me in the big picture scheme of things.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, why are you imagining that it is my job to explain the presence of the Calabrian monstrosity in our high school class? How did that happen? I just have no idea. In 10th grade she may have boasted of being well informed of and/or well connected to the moneyed establishment of San Francisco, but that was part of a discussion of the Patty Hearst kidnapping, which was much in the news at the time, directed more at our English teacher, Miss Marken, than any of the rest of us. Although she sits directly in front of me in the alphabetical order of things, she coyly avoids speaking to me directly. She imagines that I am so fascinated with overhearing what little worthless dabs of conversation she may exchange with the Italians nearby such as Carmen, and thus later in life she and the Italian cohort of brownies will ride herd on poor clueless white people such as myself. Thus, I studiously avoid any display of interest in anything they might say. Why should I voluntarily serve up my own head on a platter? No, I will not make it easy for them to do that to me. I will just not be available.

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Why are these people talking as if the woman can only get money from her husband? Or also father? No earnings potential for a single woman, thus a total waste of energy and effort to lift a finger, just to function as a soulless coin-operated vending machine. This emphasis starts to sound like the cult of Baail, not really Christian, which is so annoying, in which case we would ignore the need for money if we could, but then again we need money to live. Money makes the world go round, and yet something is blocking the wheel of that. So we are stuck between the now and the not yet.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Which Reminds Me

That was sort of weird, how Ramona or that other person was praying for my pending marriage to Carman. But of course, obviously, that could never happen because I could never concur in asking for such that. I am so NOT interested. We once attended a concert and he does put on a good show bopping around in his flashy glitzy Italian Vegas way, but that's all there is, just one concert that we attended with some people. There is just nothing else to talk about in that line of thinking.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely recall that Ramona Mojica was a co-worker of my mother's many years ago in Miami. I remember talking to her and that other person a few times. For some reason they often talked about Carmen, that Italian singer from New Jersey, as if they are very obsessed with him. He is a good singer and wrote some good songs but I haven't heard much about them lately. Do they still live in the area? Maybe you could ask my mother whether she has hard recently from Ramona because I really have nothing to say about them.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what was the name of that guy at our church who was a singer on cruise ships? He would be gone for weeks at a time and then reappear. Eventually he married Winnie and they moved to Atlanta, but that was so many years ago, at least 20 years ago. I just have no idea what those people would be doing nowadays or why I should care about that.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that now you will be expecting me to say something about Rafael Carias, of whom not much is known, just that during high school he sat directly behind me in the alphabetical scheme of things. I think that I heard that he now lives in Canada but I really cannot offer any additional information about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we did notice, upon doing some thorough research, that my great-grandmother's uncle Edmund was married to Sara Jane De France, an eminent name in Pennsylvania history, but in our generation we have no idea who these people are or why we should care about that. Only upon reading great-grandmother's diaries do I learn that she was born in Pennsylvania. Oh, I didn't know that. When I was very young I just thought that everyone was from California, but obviously now we know it is more complicated than that. The name of James C. Smith appears somewhere in the paperwork but I have no idea who that person might be or why the Smiths imagine themselves related to me. I just have no idea who these people are.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, upon perusing the globe, we see that there are several locations that may be designated "Monte Blanco," not only a suburb of Chile, although the mountain is actually located in Bolivia, (so why mention that in the Chilean national anthem?) but also Honduras, Mexico, the Alps, etc. But even so, we are only aware of one mountain designated "Caraiman." Which mountain would you choose?

Which Remins Me

We hiked to the top of the Boqueron volcano, which takes about four hours of steep uphill walking, which will mean sore leg muscles for a couple of days afterward, and then several people decided to do the extra hike of climbing down to the bottom of the crater, which takes another hour or two. Carol was one of them. She challenged me to race her, but I declined to participate in a race to the bottom. I had had enough climbing already. Not to be mean but I really don't need to be making some cheapskate points about bottom feeders, so I saved my energy for the walk home.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Which Reminds Me

During high school in El Salvador, I was taking piano lessons for about one year from that Baptist lady (What was her name? I cannot recall) who, it was said, attended the same Baptist church to which the Sanchez family belonged. Carol later said something about how that lady was causing problems for her family but I really didn't understand what that was about or what actually happened there. I never attended the Sanchez church. I never discussed with my piano teacher what was going on with the Sanchez family. I can't really speak to that issue.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that you would not be so politically incorrect as to comment on Mrs. Walker's lousy book, a history of AG missions in Latin America which contains many odd wordings and mistakenly places my family in the Dominican Republic, a complete lie. In the chapter on El Salvador, where we lived for eight years, we are nowhere to be found. Weird. Didn't I graduate from high school there? Mrs. Walker said ominously that they were not going to be taking me with them. And yet I feel entirely indifferent to that. Anyway, I wouldn't want to be held responsible for the snarky books written by the Walker whiners. What would you be expecting from someone's ugly stepmother?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we heard that Charles is the new voice of Paul. Ok, fine, whatever. That's nice. But we are no longer living in California so there is no reason to be expecting us to go there again, especially as we have not heard any expressions of a financial nature that would be worthy of being considered trustworthy. Leg pullers are such a nuisance and they always think it so funny when actually NOT.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that it would be sort of gratifying to drive a stake right through the eyeballs of Candy Bennett, just to stop all this nocie, but that would just be gratuitous violence without any redeeming value. I really can't remember one thing about her, just that she lived down the hall and her name sounds sort of like mine, but spelled with an ugly y dangling off the end of it. There is really not one thing that I can think of to say about her.

Which Reminds Me

"With unbreakable faith in the path of progress it endeavors to follow, to follow..." (a line from the Salvadoran national anthem.)

Yes, I suppose that you could also translate "el camino" as the "way," although a bit of a stretch from the "path" or the "road."

Yes, all these poems sound so cool about having to make your own way through the sea because there is no way, only stars in the sea. But actually there is a way, although probably not the way that you wanted. It is a hard way, a way of pain and death, of suffering, of going against the mob. We are against the mafia. Jesus said: "Take up your cross and follow me." Jesus took the high road and he calls us to do the same. Although we may fall short at times, the least we can do is keep our records in better order than that. Yes, how true. And you call this progress? But I digress.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember hearing that Bonnie took the low road, thus we will never meet again. You will find a different piano teacher if you want to make some political points about that. I am not available.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember that someone was talking about an incident that occurred at the club. No, I wasn't there at the time and didn't see what happened. She was making some very elaborate extrapolations about that but it was not clear to me from what she was saying what actually happened. Some type of diving accident perhaps although it is not clear who was involved. Listen to her yap about that is giving me a big headache. I really don't have time for her crazy nonsense. I have other things on my mind, such as graduating from high school.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Anyway, there is nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with Lori Way, who married Al Moore as I recall. I don't want to be hearing about the "Way" or, for that matter, the "Moore," part of Lori. Enough said about that. I am never going to go there to San Jose to grovel and beg for nothing much. When will San Jose get a clue that everyone who matters has gone and moved away and left Northern California to the dogs? Sometimes San Jose is very slow to catch up with the rest of us.

Which Reminds Me

Shortly after the Soccer War, El Salvador, having declared itself the winner, staged a victory parade which, as it happened, was going along Roosevelt Street, which was just outside our back door. Did we walk a short block from our back door to watch the parade, you were asking? Well, yes, actually we did. We may even have a photo of that somewhere, soldiers riding on tanks brandishing machine guns. What were you expecting from some clueless American tourist? That we would just not notice what was going on around us?

Of course we know that Sharon probably has a completely different idea of the Soccer War, herself having lived in Honduras for many years as the child of missionaries to Honduras before she got married and became a missionary to El Salvador. After the war, El Salvador had to absorb many refugees who had been expelled from Honduras due to their being emigrants from El Salvador.

Personally, I don't see why I should be forced to take sides with either country in such a political matter. We are missionaries, not political emissaries. We are supposed to remain sort of neutral in these matters to some extent. And anyway, Honduras was never that special to me that I would bother to study that so deeply. Whatever the international courts decide, that is probably how things will be, and yet I do think that I heard Salvadorans asking for some relief from the severity of some more recent political repercussions, but I really don't know very much. I wasn't paying attention to that. I really can't speak to that issue.

Which Reminds Me

During the Soccer War we were listening to local radio broadcasts that were saying something about the wife of the President of Honduras leaving the country in an airplane with a suitcase containing that country's entire money supply. With our shortwave radio we also tuned in broadcasts from Honduras describing the wife of the president of El Salvador leaving on an airplane with a suitcase containing that country's entire money supply. To me the point of that was something about wartime propaganda and how both sides of the conflict are slinging things back and forth at each other in exaggerated hyperbole, but perhaps my cousin David, who was visiting us at the time from California, had other impressions of that. I really wouldn't know. We never discussed that with him in so many words and anyway it is too late now because he died almost 30 years ago. Someone was trying to make a point about the suitcase of money not being really so much crammed with currency bills as perhaps some codes of international significance. Yes, I suppose that also may be true.

Which Reminds Me

Oh, look, there is the eponymous Mr. Forward. What are you saying? To pay it Forward? Ummm.... And what about paying it Backward? Where is Mr. Backward when I need him? This whole scheme just doesn't work for me, obviously. Without a Mr. Backward or a Mr. Forward, that leaves me basically a Mental Ward.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember hearing about how Salvadorans are the 'guanacos,' possibly a reference to llama-type critters that live in the Southern Cone of South America, they kick and bite if you get too close to them, and Hondurans are the 'catrachos,' although the etymology of that term is somewhat of a mystery to me. I haven't really studied that very deeply. When you are hearing that at age 9 or 10 you just take that at face value because, yes, it probably is much more complicated than just a simple soccer game, but that was only one week of war, the Soccer War, that we lived through, sitting on the balcony in the evenings listening to the battery-powered shortwave radio reports because, anyway, there is nothing else to do. At 6 p.m. the electricity was turned off for the night so the city was very dark at night and martial law meant you had better not be thinking of going anywhere outside of your house.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember seeing Anita Stone at the club once or twice but we never talked. I don't know very much about her life so there is no reason for me to be going there.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely recollect that in the family's old photo collection there was a photograph of a Japanese girl who was my grandmother's friend. I seem to remember someone saying that they apparently met on a passenger ship while on voyaging from China to the U.S. Well, at least we know that my grandmother had lived in China, mostly Hong Kong, during her childhood, but of the Japanese girl nothing is known, just that maybe she lives up north somewhere, maybe Washington or Oregon. So, yes, my grandmother had her own interesting life but we don't need to be trying to reenact that. Times change. I need to have my own life.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that I heard Cori saying some very mean and nasty things about Koreans because, I don't know, maybe she is Japanese. No, actually her parents were missionaries to Japan and they have adapted to Japanese culture. Which is weird because we missionary families are not supposed to be doing that. We are neither Japanese nor Korean so we are no supposed to be involving ourselves in that type of internal conflict that is of no concern to us. We are Americans who are supposed to represent a better way to them. That is not our mission to be collecting racial issues, as if we don't already have plenty of that sort of thing back home in the USA. And you thought there were no racial issues in other countries, only here? Ha ha ha!

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that if I wanted or needed someone to represent me, I could always hire a lawyer to say what I need them to say on my behalf. Of course, you are obviously not my lawyer and have not earned a red cent from me, that I should be acknowledging your offhand ramblings of no interest or benefit to me. But since there is no profit to be had, there would be no point in my hiring some lawyer to drain my bank account with endless legal and bank fees, all for nothing, all to no avail. As I see it, this is just a useless waste of time and energy.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I sort of see the Gonzo gang out there plotting and scheming. Not that it matters. Not that they will get much out of that but perhaps some cheap publicity stunts. Maybe someday the Denny's Duran's gang will wake up and find their butts have been deported home to Honduras but I don't really know if that would ever really happen. Coming from me that would be just an empty threat, a cheapskate threat from the white girl they have challenged themselves to destroy as the pinnacle of brown achievement, so that would only help their cause in the long run, and not really help mine. So this is all just an exercise in futility, all designed to waste my time on trivial pursuits while they get themselves in position to rob the chicken coop. I am just saying. And you do everything to help them do that, so I don't what you expect me to do about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am sure that if there was something that I needed to know about oil and gas matters, my mother would explain that to me at the appropriate time. Thus, there is no reason why I should be called on to take on the gratuitous insults of some mentally retarded bimbo who claims to be a friend of or related to the little sister from hell, something which does nothing to commend you to me as anyone that I should be conversing with about that. If there is something to be known about U.S. policy on oil and gas reserves, I certainly don't need to be getting that from you. But these decisions perhaps do not belong to our generation because, anyway, we would have to kill you all in the first place and that would be just too messy for us to handle. I have no problem with the government or law enforcment doing something about that but, anyway, it is not my place to say.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Our family spent one week in Colorado attending a music festival in Estes Park. That was while on our way driving cross-country heading toward Florida. Colorado has many mountain peaks but we never got anywhere near Pike's Peak, so I suppose that you could call our vacation a bust, except that such a designation would be entirely inappropriate in this context. There was no Colorado Gold Rush afoot. We had a very nice time anyway attending concerts along with our friends, the Stewart family, and also enjoyed our one and only time going through the Rockies. But we never lived there so I really don't know very much about Colorado. I remember walking through some tourist souvenir shops and that sort of thing, more places to spend money that I don't have.

Which Reminds Me

During high school I always studiously ignored those clueless F-bomb whiners Thomas and Raymond, so why would I want to help your worthless F-bomb Cori, not to mention Ann's various nameless F-bomb connections of whom nothing is known, just that they sensed to be out there somewhere making a mess of things. But I don't want to hear about it. I have said too much already.

Which Reminds Me

Why is this Win-Dee, a one-celled amoeba, allowed to rampage freely, a bull in a china shop? There are many other considerations that would just make your tiny little head much too crowded for comfort in light of your simple-minded ying-yang shematics, but I digress.

Which Reminds Me

One day in El Salvador, Ann Campbell wanted us to meet some friends of hers who were visiting from New York so we met at the McDonald's that was next to our house. It was a boy whose vocabulary was limited to mostly F-bombs so there was no conversation to be recalled. What was his name? Nothing comes to mind.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

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I seem to remember that I am the one who told you about Cori's bad behavior and foul language, not the other way around. Cori was spewing multitudinous F-bombs while talking on the telephone in the dorms, overheard by everyone on the entire hall, because, I don't know, are you trying to tell me that she is a disgusting filthy excuse for a human being? Her parents are district officials so we don't dare to verbally express the depths of our low opinion of her. Politically this is a problematic situation for powerless nobodies such as myself. As it turns out that I am the only who suffers because of her horribly rotten attitude. I thought that I could be a good influence but that was a mistake. Someone is trying really hard to flip things around. So why bother? Anything good that I might say would just get thrown to the dogs. If I am to be judged by the company I keep I will need to strangle your horrid F-bomb Japanese daughter because, anyway, the context is entirely missing in action. So next time around don't bother me. I don't want to hear about it.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

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"Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry" ....
That was a line from a rock song that I heard. We were listening to this song on a record but nobody said anything about you. Nobody was talking about you.

Friday, April 28, 2017

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Yes, why would I sell a table that was in my possession? I don't quite remember what my flawed logic was on that point. I just hope you weren't expecting advanced logic from a clueless monkey in a cage there is nothing else that I can say about that.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

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And who is going to compensate me for all this incredible harassment of years, and all for nothing? Ridiculous.

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That is so weird how they behave as if I had charged them with some crime or illegal activity. I wasn't planning to press formal charges against anyone although I must admit there are some people that I don't particularly like in a personal kind of way and I would not appreciate being forced to defend them when I really have no idea what they might have done unbeknownst to me. So I really think this whole mock trial is a very bad joke, not really something to be taken so seriously. Yes, I know, I can't force people to like me, and that works the other way around also.

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Yes, I vaguely remember having to give a speech at my 8th grade graduation. It was a short speech and yet I cannot remember a single thing that I said. I vaguely remember that the form of the speech, especially the introduction and conclusion, was mostly dictated by our teacher so I mostly said whatever was necessary to finish the requirements of 8th grade. Yes, I suppose that David with his photographic memory might actually remember something about that. Even so, I have long ago ceased to care about what David thinks about that or anything else. David is just another obnoxious little twerp who won't let it go. If they can't forgive me, I will just have to kill them all because God loves me, why can't you?

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

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What more can be said of Patty (what was her last name) from San Jose? I only worked across from her for a short time. Later I heard that she had married Ed, who had been her boss, but more recently I heard that they are divorced now. I just have no idea who these people are and why they think that San Jose is the center of the universe. In my opinion not. But I digress. I could say more about that but I'd just be wasting more time on nothing much.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

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Sharon Turner was of the opinion that I should go to Paul and Linda to apologize for whatever I did wrong but I disagree. When I left there I was on good terms with them so there is no way that I am going to go back there groveling on hand and foot to apologize for whatever Mark and Carol did, whatever that was. I think that Bonnie will just have to slit her own wrists without any help from me. Sorry about that.

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Many years ago, I worked for a short time at Hermano Pablo Ministries in California. I was there maybe a year, maybe not that long before I found a better paying job somewhere else. But during that time one of my co-workers was Mark Carpenter [MK-Ecuador] who was not really Pentecostal, some type of Baptist-like church. He was a friendly and talkative person, at least at first. Probably a year after I left there, I saw Sharon Turner somewhere and she was telling me about how Mark had been fired. It was learned that Mark had been tapping the phones and listening to everyone's personal conversations. He had some deal going with Carol the receptionists at the front desk, who was his accomplice, and Carol helped him with tapping the phones and also was doing some strange filing of documents in a back room although I really didn't understand Sharon's explanation. Sharon said that they were trying to blame me for something although I cannot imagine what. I was already gone when all of that happened. Also, Mark was gave me a short lesson in the studio there about how to splicing tape recordings but he omitted any mentioned to me of the fact that he was tapping the phones and how. I do vaguely remember that before I left there the way he was gossiping at the lunch table was getting sort of annoying. How does he know all these details of the conversation with the newsletter people? Weird.

Monday, April 24, 2017

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Yes, I vaguely remember having heard Molly give a detailed account of herself having picketed abortion clinics and various other political activities. Who was Molly anyway? I didn't really know her very wall. She was just a classmate. Anyway, I am no longer involved in party politics and thus do not wish to offer myself a burnt sacrifice on the lightning rod of such bitter political controversies. I do not wish to give my enemies an opportunity to express themselves on these points of disagreement when anyway it is complicated and, anyway, we all know that is not the point of the present discussion.

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Yes, my favorite colors are blue and green. I don't see what that has to do with anything. For my high school class ring I chose the color blue. The other choice was red so of course I chose the color blue. Someone was saying that Joan had some secret deal going on the high school class rings. I remember that she was administering the orders of the class rings. Even so, I am not sure what that has to do with anything.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

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Interesting how great-grandmother in her diaries talks about the wedding of Lois Cooper and Sterling Stewart some time in the 1940s. Did she actually attend the wedding or was she just noting this interesting fact in her diary? I really don't know. Anyway, weddings are not unique to the Stewart family. People in all countries get married all the time. You don't have to be a Stewart to get married and have a wedding, but we in our generation are no longer acquainted with those people it would seem so obviously we won't want to beg an invitation to an event that could be of no interest to us.

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In high school, Joan sat directly in front of me in the alphabetical order of things. I vaguely recall overhearing her tell someone that her parents worked in oil and gas or something of that nature. I also remember that another classmate, Margot, mentioned that her father worked for Shell oil. Hmmm... Interesting how all these oil and gas people are buzzing about acting as if they know something that I don't know. Oil is the least of my concerns. Anyway, I don't have any job contracts for them in that line of business. Needless to say because everyone already knows, the U.S. Department of Oil Reserves has decreed an embargo on the drilling of new oil walls for the foreseeable future. Yes, I suppose that about a hundred years from now we will all be glad that we did not consume all our oil supplies early in the game just to gratify a handful of simple-minded gamesters, and besides it might take a while for alternative fuel research to catch up with practical realities of daily living. But of course that doesn't help us in the here and now. To you we are just a liability, all those maintenance costs, not really an asset. So we are caught in between the now and the not yet, to quote a song, and sometimes it seems like forever and ever. Of course, I might not live long enough to see the end of that story, but I am not alone. Only one life to live....

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I have never been to Massachusetts so don't know anything about that. This is a "Return to Sender," as the song says.

Friday, April 21, 2017

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I heard someone saying that I should sew for a living. Which only proves that your head is full of great-grandmother's diaries, in which she frequently talks about her various sewing projects. Yes, she was an accomplished seamstress but I did not inherit that facility with sewing. I once took sewing lessons in the 7th grade but it was Joan who sat on my right hand in the 7th grade classroom whose mother was our sewing teacher, and also a seamstress who was responsible for making Lee Bueno's amazing ballgowns. No, I will not be sewing. I do not assume any responsibility for them.

I think that they should put their money where their mouth is. They have no place dictating to me what I should be doing with my life when they are refusing to pay out a red cent. I don't take my orders from these deadbeats.

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It is hard for me to understand why I would care about connecting to the Native American network. Back in the olden days, 100 years ago, your passport said that you were a native citizen because you were born in the United States. But nowadays, with the advent of this term "Native American," we are not sure who we are anymore. Does the term "native" suggest a Patchy DNA chart? But the term's opposite designation for the foreign born, "exotic," doesn't really fit me either. The term "exotic" would seem to require a mysterious past and to speak with a heavy accent, among other things. So if I am neither a "native" nor an "exotic," what am I? I fail to sympathize with the "Native American" plight of Sylvia Walker, who attributed her high cheekbones to a Cherokee ancestor. I don't see that I have any high cheekbones or any other evidence of "Native American" ancestry, although I have never taken a DNA test. If were anything of that nature, it couldn't be more than a trace amount, but I really haven't taken the test. Anyway, I don't see any political advantage to claim for myself, even if there were some strange anomaly in the DNA test.

Yes, I do remember the example of my mother's Cousin Graden, who offered himself as the model for the creation of a statue of a "Native American," based on my great-grandfather's idea that he had some Cherokee ancestry, even though I really don't see it. The statue was installed at a fountain somewhere in California but I have never been there to see that for myself. And anyway, it's all so vague.

Yes, how nice that Cousin Graden's daughter is an accomplished artist painter and married to some creepy Frenchman who goes around spreading disinformation all on her behalf, all at our expense.

Even so, we well remember it being said the Cousin Graden was a seeker but not really a finder, always seeking never finding. I really have no idea why this matters now. I really don't care. Let them have the statue matter, ask them about the statute. The statue is not our problem.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

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Yes, I know, that's so lame, you're trying to pretend that the St. John's Water Management District is a separate country and/or national republican, not connected to the mainland, separated as it is by the border of the St. John's river in Florida. Ha ha ha! And you probably thought that I would never notice that until long after I was caught hanging around Orlando. Ha ha ha!

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I once went bowling with someone, maybe Sharon Turner, although I can't quite remember, and an unknown man was very friendly and started giving us tips on how to correctly hold the ball and throw it, which was helpful in improving our bowling scores. Of course, that was before Sharon's brains fell out of her head. Sadly, no one can actually remember who Sharon was anymore, after that strange brain toss affliction did its damage.

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My great-grandparents and the Andersons went out to dinner together in maybe the 1940s where they possibly reminisced on having done missionary work together in China in the 1910s or 1920s, but I only know that from doing some research, not because anyone ever explained this to me in simple English language. Not to be confused with the Anderson syndicate's various partners in crime of whom nothing is known. Hmmm....  Is there something more that we should know about that? But we will just turn you over to the authorities so you probably won't want to actually tell us what is your problem.

Monday, April 17, 2017

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago when I was working in Boca Raton, late one night after a meeting that I was covering, in the parking lot outside on the way to my car I was accosted by Mike Arnold, who is a City Hall gadfly who is always hanging around City Hall looking for publicity in regards to his cause, which is something about his being against developers and in favor of wildlife conservation. So there I stood in the parking lot blinded by the headlights of cars leaving the parking lot, but it is my job to politely listen to these political people in case there is some story I might not otherwise notice, even though I had already heard this same spiel once or twice before. He always talks about how he was in the military and attended a special military school in California and how he was once shot at or at least confronted by Russian fighter jets, which makes him a U.S. patriot not to be too rudely ignored, and he almost might have one time or another mentioned something about the Conch Republic even though I was not sure what meant, although this really doesn't contribute anything to the story I am working on at the moment. His wife works at a large company but he has plenty of time all day to hang out at City Hall because he is a private investor. I really want to get in my car and go home but sometimes you do have to do the civil thing and be polite to persons who might otherwise go over your head and complain to your boss if you don't write it the way they want it. So it is a juggling act to figure out what do these people want anyway.

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Yeah! Five states to go, aiming to finish hopefully before my birthday next month.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

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I seem to remember that Alabama was the home state of the Cranfords' grandmother. So that's nice for them but I have no personal interest in connecting to Alabama. There is nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with Alabama, or, for that matter, Tom. You're just all out of order and I don't care. All I want is my exit check, thus to be relieved of the hassle of you.

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Long ago during high school I once spent a couple of hours babysitting those Coretha and Andrea, who were amazingly snarky smart alecks at such a young age. If I had behaved in that snarky way toward my babysitter I would have been in so much trouble, another reason not to be concerned about whatever happened to them later. God will take care of them, doubtless. Anyway, there is nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with them.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

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People were making jokes about Henry and Shirley's Kinsey Report. I can't say that I didn't parrot that at some time or other although I really don't remember. I never read the book of that title so I would have no idea what that actually meant, it was just a mindlessly bad pun that was used somehow. Later Bobby was saying something about Henry wandering away but I really didn't catch the details of that. You would have to ask someone else because my knowledge of them does not run very deep. I really don't have much fond regard for them, especially after the mess they made of everything. What a mess.

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Yes, in a way it was sad that Mr. Lampp died so young. He had not been there very long before he was gone, but on the other hand perhaps God knew that it was for the best that the power should be taken away (although I am only guessing this based on all these hints) from his crazy wife Franny and the various stupid Southern white trash connections she brought along. Nobody really likes them and the way they strut around pretending to be the makers of the deal when actually they generated a huge distraction, as if it was just all about them. The deal was made long before they were born, but we already know how these things work without the idiotic rantings of Henry, needless to say

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I vaguely remember thinking that I thought I heard Tim saying that he cannot tell the difference between me and Leigh Ann Fulmer (MK-Germany), which is hard to explain because I cannot remember anything specific about her, just that she was blonde. Yes, who was Tim anyway? I too cannot remember who Tim actually was, come to think of it. Some girls were fascinated with the mysteries of Tim but I was not one of them.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

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We are vaguely aware of the existence of the Cranfords but it is doubtful that they would ever see us because we are never going to go there. We are just leaving them to do their own thing because this is a free country and we ought to be able to do our own thing without interference from them, needless to say. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, as the Good Book says.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

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Alas, how to understand Europe! A blitz of Berlitz just won't do. How many languages will it take? Five, six, seven? No, that would not be enough, never enough. Berlitzing just won't get the job done. Modern languages will not help with the deciphering of cuneiform scripts and other forms of ancient gibberish. You will need some master linguists with Ph.D., no less. Needless to say. All these bad jokes about modern languages grate on the nerves because, anyway, it just goes to show that you're not really getting the picture.

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Yes, I do remember that when I was attending third grade in Mexico, our teacher explained to us the contents of the Mexican flag, which has mainly an eagle with a snake in its beak. This eagle vision was a sign to the Aztec Indians who founded Mexico City that the lake and island were the appropriate site selection. Of course, that was long before the Spaniards arrived. And anyway, it is not exactly a bald eagle, more of a Mexican type of eagle. But that doesn't make me a Mexican. I only lived there one year. And then we moved to El Salvador, where the contents of the Salvadoran flag were explained to us. The experiment of a United Central America in the 19th century was short-lived but the Salvadorans kept the flag, which features five hills that symbolize the five countries (not really provinces) of Central America. Even so, this doesn't make me a native. So why does the face of a Honduran president, Francisco Morazán, often appear on Salvadoran coins? Because he was also the president of the Federal Republic of Central America, at least for short time, until he was executed. The bullet holes in this story are somewhat distracting.

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Do you really think that because the Action Institute is mostly Italian, that non-Italians are passive do-nothings? I only recently, as of today,  noticed the name of that but anyway it's not like we in America spend much time thinking about Europe. Well, of course Europe is the center of Western Civilization but we don't speak Italian so we would have to translate that into something comprehensible, basically English, and who has time to bother with all these matters lost in translation, when we have to eat three meals a day and sleep 10 hours a night? We have no patience for bad movies that never get out of the airport.

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Beware of Greeks bearing gifts. Yes, what dialectical dialogue could I possibly have with Henry and the Caddo Indians? It is clear that these Aspingated conspiratorial snobs are busy collecting exotic specimens to populate their variegated global initiatives so they won't need regular white folks for anything except maybe to serve as a whipping post of the global elites, whatever that meant.

Monday, April 10, 2017

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Yes, I was rather appalled at Cori's display of vulgar stupidity, as if I were somehow under contract to provide clerical services to these pathetically stupid military witches. And her parents don't even have the decency or good sense to be embarrassed and ashamed of their mentally retarded hideous military brat daughter, because they seem to imagine themselves entitled to wield a slave contract over my civilian head. Which is just so ridiculous. Have your forgotten that we don't have slave labor in this country? But I digress.

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Anyway, today is not a good time for playing blindman's bluff. I have other things on my mind than just the contents of your dull and boring Reese's pieces collection but you really wouldn't understand.

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During college I remember that I had two friends named Linda and Donna who roomed together on the 2nd floor. However, the details of them are somewhat faded in my mind. Was is not Linda who had some sort of confrontation with Debbie of which the details were not provided, just that Linda was stressed out about that for some reason. Donna who? I cannot quite remember who those people were. Linda has a tendency not to explain herself and, well, I cannot fill in the blanks for you. I have my own life to live. Ask them yourself.

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Yes, someone was killing Cori and the stupid Brooks bimbos because of their bizarre behavior but since I was not present most of the time I cannot quite say what exactly triggered the violence, although I can easily imagine that probably they did some weird thing, judging from some strange things that Cori was saying about a conversation that they were having at which I was not present so I only heard a hint of that, nothing that I would want to repeat online, needless to say.

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It is not that I don't forgive Cori. I do forgive Cori. But also, this is war. You asked for war so Cori is actually gone. I don't actually know who disposed of Cori and Jodi but the Evans are such tiresome boring people who think that the entire world revolves around the trashy foul-mouthed Brooks bimbos, so obviously their entire milieu had to be blotted out, needless to say. I get that. They really don't have very much on me, do they, because I really didn't spend much time with them either. They just lie lie lie. That is mostly what that is. And if reality doesn't fit with the preconceived imaginary scheme she will throw a temper tantrum and try to make it all happen, but anyway, I know who I am even if you don't.

Friday, April 7, 2017

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Why, how rude! Is Jill Hate mean or what? Is this how the Jill smashes the face of all her potential friends and acquaintances so that no one cares any longer cares to claim the potential title of "friend" to the Andersons of Wisconsin, needless to say. For what do I need that sort of potentiality? I won't be going there any time soon, needless to say. I don't need that sort of trouble.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

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Yes, I vaguely recall that one evening during college I had some one-on-one conversation with Hart Brooks, who was engaged to someone at the time, and he was saying some weird things, I can't remember what exactly, nothing important, nothing to be taken too seriously, because these guys are such blithering idiots, he was expressing some concerns of his feeble and weakly brain even though I really don't see it that way, so I really was not interested in discussing that further with some other people with whom he had discussed me later, because nothing that Hart says can be taken that seriously, because he really doesn't know very much and really wouldn't be able to understand. He is obviously a confused soul and afraid of his own shadow, unfortunately. Needless to say.

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Yes, what was I supposed to do with all these useless Broken Hart friends? They speak so ominously, as if I were guilty of something, and yet nothing comes to mind. There is a point of no return in that regard because these people never do anything helpful, so why bother to try to dialogue with them? If I am just all alone in this world, with no friends, only enemies, everything I may do just contributes to digging a deeper hole for myself. There is no way that I can stop this downward trend without some divine intervention, needless to say. It's just the system

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

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We see that Tommy F. Anderson was born in Scotland in maybe 1879 so odds are that he has been deceased for quite a while now. He and his wife were friends of my great-grandparents in olden times, as recorded in the diaries. Ok, so that's nice. Someone was recently throwing me some clues which is probably a good thing or I never would have noticed that as anything of significance. Even so, the book about Tommy is just one book in an ocean of books, not really a lifestyle choice by any means. Are you so illiterate that you cannot read it for yourself? Your reading comprehension scores are something to be ashamed of. We choose not to follow Tommy and the boring Tomcat gang down that crime-ridden path of terrible jokes and tasteless humor so why can't they get the message and go away and stop this harassment of us? Is that the best that Foursquares can muster to pass for missionary work? When it comes to the history of missions, well, the Foursquares are only a minor player, let's just say, but we AG are too nice to rub it in in that cruelly wicked Methodical way of theirs. That old argument about the mainline denominations getting to China first, well, it just doesn't matter now, does it? The Great Wall of China just sits there immovable and there is no reason to imagine that we can do it all by our own might. Those people learn to do for themselves now because we will not be there to do it for them.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

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What a horrible and tasteless joke that would be, to suggest that all redheads are cannibals who just want to eat dark-skinned creatures, as if we had anything in common with those giant homeless creatures prowling the edges of alternate reality in Youtube videos. You mind cannot comprehend how these connections could have been drawn long before the inception of Youtube videos.

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Yes, it would seem to be a very bad joke, in very bad taste, to criminalize someone for the simple purpose of being able to joke about their never being able to run for president with a felony criminal record attached to their name. What a horrible joke that would be. What sort of idiot would make such a tasteless horrible joke as that the mind fails to comprehend.

Monday, April 3, 2017

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When we went to the World's Fair in El Salvador some time during high school, we were with my sister and also her friend nicknamed Conchita (actual name: Ana Concepción). So we looked at all the exhibits and then we were shopping at some of the various flea market-style booths where I bought a plastic ring. I don't recall whether I bought anything else. It is always a nuisance. We do we always have to drag around this cranky spy? Life is always so boring having to drag them around with us.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

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During high school no one was particularly concerned about the Russians. I don't remember any Russian connections at our high school. I only remember that Thomas and Raymond were very closely allied with each other, but I would only be guessing if to speculate about their common bonds of the mafia sort. It wouldn't be fair for me to make such leaps of logic without any specific facts to justify such a far-fetched conclusions.

Friday, March 31, 2017

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Immunity? Yes, I won't need immunity for anything. I am no criminal so I have no need to be escorted by these mentally retarded quasi-unofficial Sicilian mafia kids who speak a limited vocabulary of blankety-blanks. Perhaps you have mistaken me for Jill Anderson, who may or may not be descended from the "Scotty Kid" who was actually a notorious railroad hobo and criminal before he got right with God and became a missionary to Bolivia, a unique situation to be sure. Well, information about Tommy has been circulating widely online although I am not sure what Jill's connection was to him, or Dawn's for that matter. Actually, nobody really cares about Tommy's boring Anderson cousins who were actually warring against their black sheep Tommy, using Baptist connections to make us Pentecostals feel like garbage, when actually they were the makers of Tommy criminality, not us. It was a unique time in history, that much is true. Yes, it gets very confusing. We would really prefer to NOT emphasize the Anderson connection because they are self-seeking exploiters of Canada's ambitious expansionist opportunities, not really so helpful to us. Anyway, it just wasn't that important. So obviously there is no prize for exporting the idiotic rantings of Jill and Linda, needless to say. We welcome the opportunity to sell Jill off to Canada, to finally be rid of that fat ugly garrulous hog once and for all.

Not to sound too sanctimonious, but our family history does not include such an infamous criminal as Tommy so we do not need the mental gymnastic of trashy bimbo Jill to make ourselves feel better about that. It was a miracle, to be sure.

We may pity the wicked Anderson kids but we don't need their immunity deal. That may be their personal thing although I am really not sure.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

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Oh yes, now I remember, someone was trying to stir up an online conversation on our choice of female coin faces. What? All we have to show for ourselves is an axe-wielding prohibitionist and an illiterate Indian squaw? Hmmm... Well, for coinage purposes, perhaps it helps to be a sacrificial victim of politics, as for example JFK's early admission to the halls of coinage whereas other US presidents of longer standing have yet to grace the face of a coin. Perhaps only time will tell what other faces may attain to some denominational coinage, if ever.

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Yes, I too heard the British Royalists talking about the pending monarchical takeover of the USA, whenever that happens, if ever. So far it is only some speculative ramblings of dubious legal value. I thought I heard John Bueno online accusing me of being a Royalist traitor but he was confused. I only remember that Alana was complaining to me about Nan's obsession with Charles and Di, although, I don't know, we all can read the same papers about the British royals but as of yet the British coin is not produced by us. And whose face should be on the USA coin? We have who? Abe Lincoln famously on the penny, also George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, FDR, JFK. Only rarely do we glimpse Sacagawea or Susan B. Anthony, not really queens, just coin faces for some reason. It is not my place to choose the coin faces, certainly. We probably have some type of committees assembled for doing that sort of thing. Just one person can't change the coin faces without some popular acclaim, certainly. No one was arguing that point that I can recall.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

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Here is the beautiful plastic ring, a very 1970s style, that I bought for myself at the World's Fair in El Salvador. I bought the best one for myself so my sister had to settle for some other uglier thing. That's just how that goes. I have good taste that you only wish you had, at least in my opinion.

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Throughout high school we have absolutely no awareness of the existence of the Bush family, so no discussion of them will be available from that time. We are vaguely aware of the Watergate Scandals, Nixon and Ford because their photos often appear in Time magazine and also maybe the local newspaper, although there is really no TV news worth mentioning. So I have really no idea why you would imagine that I would have any idea of the existence of the Bush family. Political people always think that everything is all about them but in our daily ordinary lives there is really no place for them. They are supposed to be at work solving the world's problems, not harassing me for no particular reason.

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How many times do I have to tell the same story about how Alana called me to confess her sin? And so I listened but probably I am not the best counselor for dealing with such situations. Because of that, she was disqualified later from marrying Loren, but, yes, that is another can of worms that wouldn't be worth further discussion, at least not by me. That wasn't my problem. I wouldn't want to be forced to marry Loren just to spite Alana. That would just too weird.