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Oh, was that Larry Kraiss I heard online offering his medical assistance because he wants to star in a porno movie? Sometimes my imagination is a little bit too vivid. Even so, all offers of that type will be declined. Needless to say. Because there is no place for you in this story.

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Yes, I do have a photograph of Marty Robertson hugging the Tropic of Cancer, a monument that is actually a huge concrete ball located on the latitude of the Tropic of Cancer in Baja California, a milestone that was visited during a January term class/field trip studying desert biology.

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Think on, oh aspiring claimants to the castle and title, of the political dilemmas that you would face, trying to insert your American attitudes into a completely different milieu, the expense of trying to rebuild a ruined castle, if you could even retrieve that from the UK's National Trust, and on and on. The obstacles would be enormous. The financial cost would be enormous. Who would do that? I have no idea.

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It has probably been at least 500 years since Black Murray's head on a skewer was presented to the King of Scotland. Strange that there should be so much chatter about this ancient occurrence, as if it mattered now. I have seen the picture on the coat of arms but that belongs to the Clan McClellan. That is not something that I would choose to publicly display on the walls of my own house. That would be weird. It is a piece of ancient history. Good to know that law enforcement has greatly improved its methods and efficiency by a Scotland yard since ancient times. In some accounts it is not clear whether the ancient McClellan ancestor was the sheriff of the county or simply a bounty hunter. 

Our McClellan ancestors arrived in America in the 1700s, so we are not in touch with the aristocratic branch of the family in the U.K. It was only in the 20th century that some bits of information begin to circulate, misty legends of a castle and a title there in Scotland to be claimed if a qualified claimant could be found who dares to do that. How odd that you should chatter on so about Lord Kirkcudbright, as if he were still alive and the title not unavoidably extinct since 1832. His daughter Elizabeth was married to Mr. Lambert and they are gone to Ireland, so their descendants are apparently neither Scottish nor McClellan. The UK's National Trust now administers the ruined castle, which as yet has gone unclaimed. So?

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One day during a class with Mr. De Paul, his wife and a teacher across the hall went running past the window and around behind the classroom. Mr. De Paul, alarmed at seeing this strange occurrence, went outside to see what they were doing, leaving us students sitting there for a few minutes wondering what that was about. I am not sure that he ever explained that to us after he returned. It was his personal business so I suppose that it is really none of our business.

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Yes, why all this chatter about Baskin-Robbins? All I know about that is an ice cream shop of many flavors, which I like. However, I must say that Robin has made a complete nuisance of herself, and I cannot speak a word in the Basque language, even if they do have some good singers there. Maybe I would buy their records if I had that much money, but not in high school. In high school, I only hear their songs on the radio. Good luck with your recording career.

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I seriously don't think that it is fair that my elderly parents should be required to support me through this ordeal of cruel torture inflicted upon poor innocent little me, while the big-shots of Springfield are up there sucking face with Charisse Corbin. Something is deeply wrong with this state of misery.

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The story is told of my grandfather's McClellan ancestor, how he captured and beheaded a man, where potentially a dangerous criminal is not clear, whether a black man or gypsy is not clear, and went to the king of Scotland and tossed the severed head at the feet of the king, and for this he was raised to the nobility and given a title, was it Lord Kirkcudbright, and a coat of arms which featured a gory head with a pike drawn through the center of it.

Why should this ancient tale be so disconcerting to Trina Tinker? I really don't see the connection.

What does that have to do with Sam Houston's ancient grudge? I don't quite have all the pieces of that. 

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My high school graduation was held at the Teatro President in El Salvador. In the lobby, Trina came running up to congratulate me and give me congratulations. Which sort of shocked me because I thought that she said that she hated me. But I don't have time to think about that very much. I really wasn't expecting anything from her.

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Yes, during high school my family belonged to Club Del Prado, which, for a small monthly fee, has an amazingly huge Olympic swimming pool and also other amenities, including tennis courts. More recently, someone told me that the Club Del Prado was bought out by some Arabs and renamed and its membership made exclusively for Arabs. So I guess I won't be revisiting that place. I am not an Arab. Even so, that is not a reason to run off and make some weird alliance with Honduras. Have you forgotten that El Salvador buys its guns and airplanes from Israel with which to fight against Honduras in the Soccer War or potential sequel requiring military defense? Yes, I haven't forgotten that. So what is your point in trying to make me an Arab, other than to make a joke that is really a lie? We have no time or patience for these Palestinian jokes. This is a serious matter.

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Yes, someone was asking me to comment on the problem of gangs. In high school, some of the Spanish people called almost any group or association a gang (translation: mara), including possibly a high school class. But of course nowadays with all of the criminally active gangs having become a serious problem, perhaps some other word could be substituted for the politically explosive term of "gang" or "mara." Just a thought.

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No one had thought of returning people to Honduras, but if you insist on appealing for an exile motif, perhaps that could be arranged. Perhaps we could arrange to have your McColumn extradited to Canada, where the maple leaf has a different special meaning. Where did all this weird scripting come from? I don't even know who those people are. I really shouldn't be talking to strangers.

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of something that I heard at college, if I remember rightly, something about how Debbie Tracy may be distantly related somehow to Mary Lasley. Mary, the last I heard, is living and working in California, although I haven't seen her since college. I cannot even keep track of my own cousins so you cannot be seriously expecting me to track all of the extended family of Mary, all persons of no interest to me, but you could always ask Lynda.

I mostly slept through their big prank, the used car lot escapade, so I really cannot comment further on these points.

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Oh yes, I seem to remember someone in high school saying something about the yearbook staff and how some prank had been done there or there was a rebellion of the yearbook staff or something. No details of that were given. It was just something vague about a disturbance on the yearbook staff. I was not on the yearbook staff so I wouldn't really know anything about that. I was on the newspaper staff but not the yearbook staff. Carmen was the president of the yearbook staff but I was not on the yearbook staff so I really wouldn't know anything about that. The yearbook did not display much interest in the newspaper staff, only one sort of lousy photo, so, yes, they just do whatever they want to do and complaining about that would be sort of useless. The yearbook is already in print now so what would be the point?

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Yes, I am trying to remember if Trina Tinker was standing in line to graduate with us on graduation night. Her senior photo appears in the yearbook so you would naturally assume that Trina also was walking the line to get her diploma, but I cannot quite remember if she was standing up there with us or not. She was there in the lobby but did not seem to be wearing the cap and gown. What was going on with her? I really have no idea. I cannot just pull all of this information out of a hat when nobody will tell me anything.

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Yes, I do remember hearing online the curses that Bob had pronounced upon my life. Bob is throwing me to David. As if I would care about that sociopath. As if. As if. As if. The Bible says that whoever is cursed by God is cursed, which raises the question: Is Bob God? Must we depend on Bob for all blessings of this life? If Bob is God, then I am indeed cursed. And yet I would submit that Bob is not God. It is not so much God, but all the curses of these various others people that creates a serious problem. If God loves me and has a plan for my life, then the curses of Bob will just bounce back upon his own head. I don't need to make that happen. It just will happen in due course of time, although I may not have that much time to wait around watching Bob's dynastic blueprint falling apart. I need to get a job and pay my bills and take care of my own business, let the chips of Bob fall where they may.

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Yes, we are amazed to see the incredibly deep paranoia of David. Actually, no one was planning a hit on him, although I wouldn't put it past someone, for example the Turnbulls, to do something like that, they were trying to throw me to Africa. (What was the name of Miss MK-Africa?) And yet there he is, hiding himself behind a girl, a real-life sissy. We must not say too much about that. The big shots in Springfield will tell him what he can or actually can't do and that's the way it will be. Appeals of a Catholic nature will not solve this problem.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my grandmother, whose childhood was spent in China, mentioned that she can more easily sort of tell the difference between Korean, Japanese, Chinese, etc. by the shape of their faces or something about their eyes. However, she did not say that with the venomous twist of the nasty Japanese poison witch Cori. Needless to say. It was just a personal observation or hers. Not mine. They all look the same to me.

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I am not aware of anything that I would need to say about Korea, other than I thought that it was sort of deeply weird how Cori, whose parents had lived as missionaries in Japan, was parroting some of the Japanese prejudices against Koreans. I really don't care to get involved in such internal conflicts of a Japanese nature. Yes, we in the U.S. sometimes forget that these countries have deeply rooted prejudices against each other, it is not just all about us and what we think about them. Sometimes they have all these conflicts going on and are looking to draw us clueless Americans into their personal strategies to make points for their own internal benefit, whether or not that is good for us or not. We tend to think of all the countries of the world as equally in need of our message of peace and goodwill, but sometimes the reality is actually more complicated than that. Sometimes it is not so easy to communicate with them.

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Yes, there she goes again, Stephanie driving down the center of a two-lane highway so that no one can get around her or pass her by. We are all apparently stuck together in this traffic jam, waiting for boring roadhog Stephanie to get over herself, to get a clue that she is not the center of the universe, that actually I wasn't paying that much attention to her boring chatterbox speech. We belong to the same high school class, but the line goes in single file to collect the high school diploma, which I possess. I walked the line and got my high school degree. I have the diploma stored somehwere. And where were you? Where is your paperwork? There is no record of your paying tuition to attend my high school. Where were you on graduation night? You are no high school classmate of mine, you pernicious intruder, and I will not stand for you pretending to represent my interests. You cannot even translate so you obviously have no place here.

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I do not mean to sound entirely cold, callous and indifferent to the mental illness of Stephanie, but she really should be discussing with a professional counselor this matter of her inappropriate party antics to which she was alluding in her public speech to the entire classroom. I really am not professionally certified to discuss such matters in such a public setting. I would prefer to defer this matter to the professional counselors who are trained in methods of handling these mental disturbances generated entirely by her. 

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Yes, that is a very awkward scheme that you are plotting, to make Uncle Sam's idiot children the role models for all of us to follow. This sets up a serious problem, because we like to think that Uncle Sam's idiot children are an aberration and not really representative of a national policy of any type. Needless to say. I think that I have better things to do than socialize with that blithering idiot Samuel.I don't take my orders from trailer trash bimbo Renelle. Needless to say.

But it is not my place to kill them. Let the proper authorities do their jobs. 

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One summer in Miami I noticed in the classified ads of the newspaper an ad for an assistant to a certain Mr. De Paul. Hmmm.... Maybe I will always wonder if that would have been my former high school history/economics teacher, how common is such a name, has he moved to Miami, but then again I never called to actually find out who that was. Mr. De Paul was a trained historian who talked about the importance of looking at the primary documents, not just some secondary stuff, so I suppose that being an assistant to such an historian could have been something of an education, but as it was I found something else to do that summer, so I suppose that I will never really know what that was about.

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Why is everyone expecting me to comment on the private affairs of Stephanie, a person I barely remember? She was sitting there in high school class trying to stare me down but I was ignoring her. So whatever. Anyway, I seem to remember that I was really not the adult of mature age in the room. That would be our teacher, Mr. De Paul, or was it Dr. De Paul? If there had been a fire alarm, there would have been a loud ringing noise and then everyone would know where to go, to file out into the hall. But in the absence of a fire alarm, if the teacher wanted to round us up and send us out of the room, fine, I suppose that he could have done that, but as it was, everyone was just sitting there sort of confused about what that was all about. Even so, I would prefer to not get myself entangled in the private affairs of this roadhog Stephanie. I don't even know these people. They really do not represent anything about my life.

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And I don't even own a gun so there is no need for me to comment. Let the proper authorities do their jobs.

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Yes, I actually did notice that I am being targeted by that vicious little Miss Soup-Can. Even so, I have a hard time understanding where her empty head might be found, that I should respond to such idiotic rantings.

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Blah blah blah blah blah! Yak yak yak yak yak! Yes, they certainly do like to here themselves talk. Needless to say.

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Yes, why all this chatter about Edgar Allen Poe, the famous poet and storyteller? We have all read his short stories in high school literature books but few know the details of his sad life, how he died very young, at the age of 40, of indeterminate cause. Something about how he was possibly demon-possessed. Why else would he obsess poetically about ravens  and other various dark and dreary topics of a depressing nature. Yes, how true? Something about how this introverted writer model personality will be discontinued, weeded out of existence, because nothing is gained by reruns from 'The Dark Side.' Ok, fine. Good look trying to control a population filled with mindless chatterbox types who never stop to consider whether what they are talking about is relevant or not. They just like to hear themselves talk all the time. Needless to say.

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I vaguely remember that I think I heard that Beth Wilson had orchestrated the ostracism of Debbie, although I really am not sure what I heard about that. Good luck trying to get an answer out of the Wilson bubble machine. I don't really know anything about that. They only talk to their own people so it is hard to understand what happened.

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Even so, I clearly cannot be mistaken for that girl, the MK-Africa, who was said to be playing midnight basketball with Dave and Rob. Although we never saw her. They took her away that very same night and she was never heard from again. What was her name? How could that be true? Yes, I do not have to see that with my own eyes to believe that it could be true, although at first I doubted, but then again I don't have to see that. Stop with this Doubting Thomas nonsense. I am no Doubting Thomas.

Yes, it must be so hard for them trying to pretend that nothing happened when actually they have all that obvious garbage that everybody knows about in their past and there is no way that they can pretend that we don't know about that. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago I was, for a short time, alone in a car with Dave Hoskins. Ick! Not that anything uncalled for happened, but what a horrible thought, given what happened later. Needless to say.

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I noticed that Montgomery has gotten her marching orders. So why are the silly Go-Gos still hanging around waiting for nothing to happen? What do you not "get" about goodbye? Farewell? Adieu? Go away. You are not invited for turkey dinner here. You have your artistic songs and your New York City mouthpiece and that's all you get. Needless to say.

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It is clear that an open sewer runs through your empty gutter-brained head. That is all that I can see in regards to that, from this distant vantage point of mine. I really can't see anything else going on in your empty Michigamie heads that I would care to know more about.

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Someone was saying that Cousin Gradin had a daughter who is a very successful artist. It is said that she paints beautifully. It is said that while Cousin Gradin's attempts at artistry were only of a mediocre level, that his daughter has the real talent to be a celebrated artist-painter. Ok, so, that's nice. Good luck with your artist's career. I have never met her and cannot really comment on what I have heard in regards to that. Needless to say.

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We noticed that Wendy Hatfield does have a documented right to claim descent from an Indian princess, Martha "Marthy," also called "Mary Toms," born ca. 1733 to 1735, who married George 'Goff' Hatfield, born ca. 1716, an ancestor of the bomby Valentine Hatfield. Well, good for you. Claim your Indian statute, but not from us. This here is not the sculpture department. We actually don't pay very much attention to that. Good luck with finding your statuary prize. I really can't help you with that.

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You wicked evil Romans were the original inventors of the Carnival, were you not? God forbid that an innocent American should buy tickets to your heavily marketed display of European decadence and debauchery, designed to lure innocents to a life of crime. You cannot be seriously expecting me to defend Mr. Greene on this account. I am not buying tickets to your Carnival event because thankfully it is too way too far, not to mention expensive, to even get there in the first place. Was that Mr. Anonymous or Mr. Greene?

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Yes, it is amazing how pagan these people really are underneath the thin veneer of Christianity on the surface of things. The missionaries go to Latin America to try to show goodwill and to hopefully show them that we do not have warlike intentions toward them, and yet, after all is said and done, they come to the U.S. and launch into some very openly pagan campaigns of hostile behavior and  selfish self-aggrandizement and killing white people, the very thing that Christ preached against. This makes us despair of our efforts having any long-term benefit. Why should we bother when these people who attended church and listened to sermons, suddenly revert to pagan stratagems, imagining that it is their job to "fix" us? Wrong. There was nothing to fix. Actually, they are the wicked overly aggressive hostiles in this picture, not us. But because some people are trying to reverse engineer everything, and make us the enemy a la Watchman Nee, suddenly the fruit of the work is imperiled. Well, whatever. It is all out of our control. Needless to say. Too much resistance from the pagan trash cousins, so we are not going to bother trying to fix that. We are just going to let them cook their own gooses. Whatever they want.

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Many years ago the missions department would print the names of all the children of the church denomination's missionaries in a publication that was distributed to churches and various people. Later, these lists of names got into the hands of prisoners who had received Christian literature from prison workers, and the prisoners would write letters to the children who were listed in the pamphlet. I might have received one or two of those prison letters but did not respond. Oh, did someone respond to that? I really wouldn't know. I would only know it wasn't me.

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Yes, I vaguely recall that once many years ago, when Larry Cederblom was visiting us, he asked if I spent time chatting with convicts and murderers. Actually no, I don't, was my reply. But what a weird question. Wasn't the prophet Moses a self-confessed murderer? So what was your point?

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The only solution would seem to be a demand for the resignation of those vulgar skunks of the Hodgkins idiocracy, Rob and Kim. If anyone deserves to rot in their own torpid mediocrity, it would be them.

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Well, that's awkward, the wicked Gonzalez family masquerading as Republicans when actually I noticed that they are thickly in league with those Democratic Party tramps, the Whitaker twins. I never discussed politics with those Honduran double-agents so it is hard for me to get a handle on what their problem is. Why not just riddle them to death, until they finally are forced to pay for ballroom dancing lessons whether or not they want to do that. 

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There is a theory that my mother's cousin Graden has some Indian ancestry somewhere in his background. I have not found any evidence to document that possibility but I cannot disprove it either. Many white Americans claim to be descended from Pocahontas whether or not the direct lineage can be proven. Even so, that has barely any meaning to me. Most of our ancestors were Scottish, English, Welsh, and other parts of Western Europe. I really cannot understand the native American problem. They are predominantly blood type O, whereas I am blood type AB. Thus, I really don't understand what their problem is.

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How do I politely tell the Rivera family that I do not appreciate their obnoxious manipulations behind my back. We have not been that impressed with the idiotic rantings of rich people, so it is unfortunate that so much money and power is vested in the hands of the pathetically stupid mentally retarded car dealers and cousins, but we dare not say what we really think about these worthless hookey players. We do not have the money and power that would be necessary to kick their obnoxious River-rat butts to the curb so I am not sure how that happened. I would not want to be financially dependent on them. Needless to say.

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And I didn't even ask any questions about her, the information was volunteered without my asking, so that whoever is accusing me of forcing the issue has no credibility. Needless to say.

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Oh, ha ha ha! Honduras pretending to be a U.S. colony. And is not the dollar also now the standard currency across the border in El Salvador? So what is the difference between these two puny little nation states if all use the U.S. dollar now? Where is the monetary border now? What are you expecting me to do with my worthless collection of Salvador coinage? Those nickels and dimes just aren't worth very much anymore. They are just a sentimental thing, not that I wouldn't turn them in if that is what it would take to turn off your excessive noise.

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On a Sunday, many years ago, when I was living in California I was attending a church called Newport-Mesa, and there I ran into Tim Cederblom who was with a girlfriend of his, one of those little blonde bimbos who always follows him around like a puppy, and I was invited to go to lunch with them at one of those fast food places, so I did that, and, yes, I think that was the last time I ever saw Tim. I cannot remember what her name was. So, yes, I am actually rather bored of Tim and his tall tales. I have better things to do than sit around listening to Tim's weird stories that I can't take seriously. I forget who told me that his mother did not like her. They were wanting to discourage her hopes regarding Tim so maybe that was another clue to her to not take Tim too seriously, because all she gets is a fast-food lunch with me.

Not that you are missing anything important not having boring Tim around to drive you crazy. If I never see them again I won't be missing anything important. They are such dreary bores, always so full of themselves and nothing else.

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In this country of mine, I am presumed innocent. You obviously are from some other country where persons are judged guilty based on nothing but silly rumors spread around by some snooty wicked people who watch too much Dynasty on TV. Yes, I really don't understand why I should care about what other people want to do with their money. We can't stop people from doing stupid things if they want to do whatever they want to do. There is nothing that I can say to fix whatever.

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I feel myself under no obligation to sign over all of my money to Collette Smith, who well deserves to be kicked to the curb after all the dirty tricks she was playing on me behind my back. There is time enough later to have stupid Collette and the dirty Gonzalez rat pack peasants returned to their hell-holes in Honduras. Needless to say. I do not believe that this Gonzalez riff-raff have any intelligence worth sacrificing my personal integrity to obtain. They are simply a nuisance.

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During my second year at SCC Mrs. Galletar was our choir director. At one time Mrs. Galletar took the choir people to attend a concert at an SDA church nearby in Costa Mesa. It was a lovely Christmas concert plus we got credit for attending a concert. Someone was trying to use that for something else but that was the only SDA thing that I can remember.

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You often speak of Carl Weaks even though we have no connection to him. Carl Weaks was a Seventh Day Adventist missionary in China, who organized a colporteur ministry for them, but our great-grandfather was with the Assemblies of God in China starting in 1916. All of these passport applications can be found in piles and stacks but whether all of these people were ever acquainted is a dubious question to ask. We cannot be expected to keep track of all of these people. There are just too many people.

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I am not very interested in the ups and downs of American game sports. Eagles, Patriots, either one is fine with me. I am not involved in any deal to be personally interested in the outcome of these games. Whoever wins is fine with me.

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Ronald Aguilera was an insignificant person who appeared at our college, although I really never met him, only saw him perform in a skit. He married that "off-campus" Sharon, so they probably all sit around around off-campus sipping on whatever they want, although I really would not know. I never had any connection to them that I should be required to comment on their off-campus behavior, so don't go asking me to say something about them. There is nothing that I can say about them. I don't know one thing about it.

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Lazarillo de Tormes (published 1554) tells the story of a poor Spanish boy, a street urchin who works his way up the social ladder, all the while sticking his finger in the eye of the church or society, which probably explains why the book was banned for a long time.

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Great-grandmother, in her diaries of the 1940s, often speaks of going to visit her cousin May Stewart, although actually it seems that her name might have actually been Mary. Mary Elizabeth Smith was the daughter of her uncle, Parks B. Smith, who was the brother of her mother, Nellie Smith, not to be confused with her uncle Edmund Smith. I don't see any other possible candidate for May other Mary Smith who married William Boyd Stewart and they lived in Upland, California.Their children included Milton, Harold, and Agnes.

On the other hand, Luella Mary Whetstone, daughter of Absalom Whetstone, was married to Allen Niefert Stewart, and her sons were Harold and Warren and Carl. They lived in Ontario, Calif., but later returned to Pennsylvania.

All of these people are came to California from Pennsylvania but the similarities seem to end there. I really don't see the connection. Thus, we are not related to the Whetstones, not that I ever would have thought to ask about that. I only read about this in the diaries.

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Yes, who knew back in college that Dauna was a recruiter for the Kennedys? To be asked my political affiliations, and then to be forever persecuted with intimidating threats because actually I am not interested, seems a somewhat un-American way to recruit votes.

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Yes, I suppose that we could also ask our high school classmate, Ana Patricia Molina, whether she is somehow related to President Molina, although our policy generally is to NOT get involved in the local politics of whatever country that we are serving in. Besides which I never have much opportunity to speak to them that I should ask all sorts of nosy personal questions about their genealogical and socio-political connections which would probably do nothing to improve my social life in the long run. That would be pointless. Can't we just leave the bad jokes in the dustbin of forgetfulness? Incidentally, a quick run-through of Leland Bement's genealogy shows that his mother's maiden name was Wilson. How odd. I had never noticed that before. That makes me wonder whether he is somehow related to the vicious nasty Wilsons who will twist your life into some weird pretzel and later bits and pieces of things will appear, barely recognizable, in some worthless rock bomber album. How interesting.

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Yes, there was some chatter about Leland Bement, who was a high school classmate. I am trying to remember if he was our valedictorian. He was also Trina Tinker's boyfriend at the time, although it now seems obvious that they broke up later and married other people. Needless to say. I heard that he was from Oklahoma although I don't know anything else about him. The thought of Bement never crosses my mind. I cannot imagine what else could be said about that.

And also, whatever happened to Thomas A. Wagner? During high school there was a lot of homework to do and no time or facility for in-depth research of high school classmates and their various backgrounds, as if. We never really met them outside of school grounds.

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I remember hearing that Patty Cruz has some axe to grind against white people. Something about the horribly crude jokes that her own people tell about President Molina, and then what are we supposed to say, it is their president, their country, their bad jokes. Was she somehow related to President Molina? I really didn't think to ask. But all those people are related to some degree. It is just us foreigners who cannot really tell them apart. It would be too awkward to ask and then accidentally hit some nerve. Better to just not ask what that meant.

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How well I remember in 10th grade high school English class, how fascinated you were when Miss Marken, in her little current affairs chat, was talking about the recent Patty Hearst kidnapping and also Patty's sudden appearance in a snappy French beret toting a machine gun, robbing a bank with the Symbionese Liberation Army. You are so stupid you probably think that all white girls are clones of Patty Hearst, all immensely rich, all so confused about the ambiguous captors who are dictating the warped narrative.

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Oh, was I supposed to thank the bullies of Ohio for smashing my face to gloat and sneer at me? Yes, I don't see how Christian forgiveness requires me to leave my brain at home and report for duty without any thoughts to call my own.

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I heard that Terry's former girlfriend was spreading all sorts of lies about me. Unfortunately I cannot remember who she was so I have no way of fixing that. To whom can I explain that Terry is a mere acquaintance to me. I actually am not his sister, never mind about all that blither. I am not related to them in any way so there is nothing further that I would need to discuss with them. College has been over for a long time now.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one day during college, Terry Cederblom said that I was his "red heifer," which comment I found rather annoying but then again often launches into strangely idiotic  nonsensical and meaningless rantings. Something similar can be said about Tim. If hindsight were foresight I would have taken better notes but at the time I wasn't paying that much attention. I was not aware of any reason to revisit that episode of ancient history.

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It was Jill Anderson who told us a story about Sharon cleaning toilets. I don't recall whether I ever repeated that to anyone else. Why don't you ask Jill what she said about that? I am really not an authority on the subject.

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I am not aware of anyone in our college who has any great memories of that vicious horrible Ronald Aguilera who married that vicious horrible Sharon. I would prefer not to hear the tawdry details of their filthy dirty story. They were not friends of mine nor was I even on acquaintance speaking terms with them that I should be called on to comment. I am aware that some of his Spanish relatives were trying to rewrite the history of that to involve me but it won't work. There is nothing that we can say about that to make it better for them.

Which Reminds Me

One can easily assume that O. Cope Budge was a very famous professor at our college as the library is named after him. Even so, I doubt that you can hold Budge responsible for all of the contents of a college library. The library is a cataloging system devised for the numbering of books according to various categories, offering almost no  value judgement as to which book is better than another. If the book is on the shelf, probably there is some use for it. Thus, a library in itself alone is a mindless collection of printed matter. The people who read the books and use them for research and paper writing are the persons who give life to the library.

Thus, whatever.

Budge was also said to have served as a missionary in India, although I really don't know anything about that. I cannot imagine why anyone would object to Budge. I once took a class from Budge at my college and thought that he was an excellent teacher, but what would they know about college? or India? Perhaps you should refer them to that literacy program that teaches people how to read, the advantages and utility of knowing how to read, etc.