Which Reminds Me

More than 35 years ago, back in ancient times of Oakland Park, there was a party at the Emory’s house and some of us who went there were after a time were told that we have to leave now because we are not invited to the session that Jennie is hosting for Italian girls only. So I left and probably just went home is all. Yes, it does seem a bit odd this tedious show of NOT inviting me to their private party. And yet perhaps you are surprised to learn that I really did not care about that, I feel that I did not miss anything important, I don’t need that, will be fine without that. Needless to say.