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Yes, I hear that the Devil is Crouching about as a lion seeking whom he may devour, scary thought. So obviously you are to be avoided. You are not invited to my life.

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Yes, I remember that during our years living in El Salvador we often had a constant stream of guests staying at our house. For months at a time our living arrangements would have to be somewhat rearranged to accommodate our guests, who were staying for day or a week or two weeks or whatever the case may be. On one occasion I remember we had guests for six months continuously, and to expect me to remember who they all were or even their names is too much to ask this much later, although I do remember that on one occasion there was an elderly woman who was caught by my mother. The woman was smoking secretly in our house. Apparently she was a recent convert who could not control her craving to smoke, not yet being delivered from her addiction to nicotine. My mother informed us of this event after the fact so I really do not know what exactly she said to the smoker woman when she was apprehended. I only know that really what did you expect to get from trying to trick my mother, you will just lose, you cannot get anything past my mother, needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the couple of months or so when Jan Green was my roommate at Evangel. She made a big point of saying that her auburn hair is actually dyed, unlike mine, and that I will probably condemn her because of that. Ummm.... Actually I am not going to say anything about that, even if only because I cannot have this dreary Green witch yanking me around emotionally that way. But enough said about that.

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Yes, I really do not understand what is their obsession with Sue. What would that mean? I only remember hearing Sue talk about her Norwegian roots, but beyond that I can only admit that I do not know very much about Sue beyond that she was a co-worker at one time in the ancient past. Oh, did you think that you were the Queen of Norway? That would not be my problem. We are not very conversant on the topic of rivalries amongst the various royal houses of Europe. I just never think about this topic.

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Yes, that must have been quite a stretch, trying to think of something nice to say about the vulgar foul-mouthed Vanessa. I am embarrassed to say I might be slightly related to such a stupid, mentally retarded person. And come to think of it she almost looks like a clone of that other trashy hoe Jan Green. But the Greens seem to have enough money to paper over all of their stupid mediocrities at our expense, unfortunately.

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Yes, and I already have enough complications without Carol's dreary ex-husband screaming in my ear. He ran away with some other woman, and I do not even know who those people are, and for all I know they could be anywhere in the U.S. sniping at me and I have no way to even figure out who they are or make them shut up and go away and stop harassing me.

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Yes, it seems a bit awkward all these Czechs pretending to be friends of mine. I don't even know who those people are. My name was in the yearbook so, yes, they have my name, but beyond that I really don't see what else there would be to discuss with Czechs.

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Yes, that reminds me of that Israeli girl who was attending our school for a couple of months during maybe ninth grade only because an earthquake had displaced her family who had been living in Nicaragua, where they worked for the Israeli embassy there. So we were chatting a bit before class started was how I learned these few points, because I suppose somebody has to be nice to these displaced persons, and that is almost all that I can remember about her, although I cannot remember her name. She was not in the yearbook because she was only there temporarily due to the emergency in Nicaragua. Perhaps Ronit could fill in the details about her.

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Yes, I remember hearing and/or reading in some magazine that Mick Jagger, the lead singer of the Rolling Stones rock band, had married some Nicaraguan woman whose name was Bianca. Beyond that I know nothing about it. I have no insider information whatsoever beyond what anyone can read in the gossip columns if you should chance to glance at the newspaper or whatever. Who was asking me about this as if I should know something? I don't remember anything about those people. Besides which my high school was in El Salvador, not Nicaragua. I find it ridiculous to find myself quizzed on such a topic.

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Yes, I remember years ago during college visiting the town of Carmel, having driven up the coast and glimpsed the Peebles golf course. Having already done the tourist thing, I doubt that I would ever return to such an expensive place now. Life is short and there are so many other interesting books yet to be read, who has time for shallow touristing nowadays.

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Yes, I always was somewhat disdainful of these mindless groupies. I might even have expressed that thought at some point, although I don't remember exactly when or why, in what context. I suppose that these groupies have their place, but even so I often congratulate myself on NOT being one of those groupies. Maybe someday I will understand the reason why I was afflicted with this irritating thorn by those dreary people, but on the other hand who knows maybe someday we will get to the other side of that and find out who really gets to heaven later. Me and my personal Savior or you clutching your filthy pot of gold even though you can't take it with you. We shall see.

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Yes, this is somewhat awkward, I cannot think of anything at all that I would need to discuss with those Italian and/or Maltese F-bombers who only later do we learn are on the CIA payroll, but obviously such a nobody as myself has no political leverage to discuss anything with these political people. How do I politely tell them to go away and stop harassing me, that I do not like their irritating magazine trail of useless baggage? It will be a relief when I return to the U.S. where I can drop them off and never have to see this garbage ever again in this lifetime. 

Sad about the Walkers rotting in a Peruvian jail but anyway that was not my problem.

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Yes, I am trying to remember who it was who actually spoke to the party people on the beach that night, because that is somewhat blurry in my mind. Oh, could that have been Leonel, Sharon Turner's boyfriend at the time, who later became her husband? Yes, of course, what he said to them was probably fine by me, I do not remember much about that. And how could I possibly think of criticizing Turner's dearly beloved late husband? And I am not even sure that I heard what they were saying. But why is this minor event a subject of nightly news? It just wasn't that important.

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Yes, it seems somewhat ludicrous that you would be expecting me to concoct some idiotic commentary about the Schotte family, persons unknown to me, although Rosanna, who married Mr. Schotte, was my great-great-grandfather's sister. Well, how about that. I just have no idea who those Schotte people might be. Might be an Ohio thing but there is not much Ohio in me. It is just all about other people.

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Yes, these are complicated matters to be discussing in front of the idiotic Turners, although I had not been so clearly aware of this point at the time. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember one day during seventh grade when some persons went to the far end of the playground and were having what they called a "love-in." The teacher was concerned and was saying to tell them to stop that and to go so far away during recess or something. However, perhaps I am the only person in the school who remembers that I was not one of those "love-in" people. I remember that from where I was standing I could hear that they were in big trouble but I was not out there with them. They protested that they were only singing songs. I do not understand why someone continually asks this question, as if there were some reason for me to have to comment now, this much later, when, well, the teachers already did whatever they did, and anyway I cannot remember now exactly who was out there. I have forgotten most of those people anyway and I really did not care that much about that one way or another.

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Yes, well, at least I have escaped the Reubenesque underworld that you are trying to explain. I do not think that I need that for anything.

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Yes, I don't know if I was hallucinating, I almost thought that you were telling me a story about Tamar, whose bad behavior could not be rewarded with honors, given the tawdry circumstances of her dubious success. I do not see where that has anything to do with us, but these stories are often placed in the Bible to explain what NOT to do. Needless to say.

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Yes, I certainly have had some crazy weird ideas in my life that cannot be described as particularly good by any stretch of the imagination. I kind of like hearing other ideas better than mine so that not everything depends only on me. Even so, I was not that clueless as to think that killing that nasty little Baptist broomstick would solve anything. Oh what a nuisance are these double-crossing traitorous back-stabbing Baptists. I wish they would hurry up and complete their conversion to non-Christian belief system so that we can hurry up and dump then in the garbage.

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Yes, how well I remember that evening when we were going to church youth camp at El Cuco beach, and due to the terrible road conditions, the buses stopped at the town and dropped off the people and baggage, and we have to walk three or four miles along the beach at night, carrying our baggage, and crossing a river in basically a canoe, to reach the campground itself, where there is a large thatched roof for the girls, where everyone hangs their hammock from the poles or beams. Walking along the beach, where it is so dark without the brightness of electric lights of the city, the stars overheard are so bright and shining, especially the Milky Way which streaks across the sky. Along the way, coincidentally no doubt, we were accosted by a group of people who were coincidentally partying on that same beach that very night, and they asked us where we were going. Oddly enough, I recognized some of those people as being from my high school. What are they doing there? Why are they bothering us? They could not possibly have known about our church camp because I doubt they would ever have attended our church. So whatever. I don't really have an opportunity to say anything or to ask them any questions. I probably would not have talked to them at school anyway, so why stop to chat here in the middle of nowhere? I still have a long way to walk to get in line for the boat ride across the river, and then it is another couple of miles or so to reach the campground. So whatever. I remember seeing them there partying on the beach but it wouldn't be fair or appropriate to speculate any further on their beach party activities. I just have no idea. Oh, did I mention this to someone?

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Yes, the only Stott who I can remember was my seventh grade classmate Julie, of whom anyway I remember almost nothing beyond her name. It is always so annoying the way these Bay Area Bees often present themselves as the only persons on the planet, when actually we were not aware of Helen and her milieu. Their names are there deeply embedded in the genealogy charts if one cares to look for them, but we rarely think of doing that, even with these new online tools making that feasible. And even so, so what? It is not like they would every do me any good.

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Yes, I vaguely remember at SCC, there was a girl down the hall who was an excellent artist. One day some people were standing around the door of her dorm and were saying to me that I should not consider myself artistic as compared to her, and then I looked in her room and I saw some of her paintings or drawings on the wall and they were amazing, she really was very talented at art, and wouldn't I just look ridiculous claiming to be artistic compared to that, although it seemed strange for them to make such a point of emphasizing my NOT being artistic because until then I was barely aware of this person being there and had not previously that about her.

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Yes, I doubt that anyone who attended our college during the late 1970s could have failed to notice the existence of the Street Theater club or troupe, a collection of about a dozen or more college students who sometimes performed their little skits during the meetings in the chapel. They were sometimes humorous, sometimes poignant or profound in their pantomime plays. Ok, so that was nice. I do not know why I never bothered to apply for a place with the Street Theater people. One of their members was Art Bailey, of whom I remember nothing else beyond the point that he belonged to the Street Theater club. Also among the Street Theater people, Heidi Baker, sometimes wearing that little daisy in her hair, was a very vocal and well-known person on campus generally speaking. I am not sure how they wired this thing in a way that makes it seem like the Street Theater people were the only persons on the planet at the time. Yes, it is a bit disconcerting sometimes to hear these people yapping as if they had any brains in their empty heads, at least in regards to me and what concerns me, and when do I get a chance to explain that? When I have more facts available to me, I would not mind attempting to explain, but my knowledge is yet incomplete. Maybe someday I could try to explain something about that, but I do not know whether that would happen on this side of eternity.

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Yes, we noticed that you are not Patricia Parton, mother of the two Johnson boys, so what does that prove? Only that the Johnsons are completely out of the Helen Calkins loop so their impertinent and obnoxious commentaries will not be necessary. Priscilla Stott apparently went on to marry Mr. Church and even so, what does that prove? Only that you are more well acquainted with these unknown persons than you pretend. Why should I waste my time telling you things that you already know anyway?

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Yes, that was interesting, and also Helen's other aunt was Carrie Ford, being married to Mr. Ford, although whether they were automobile Fords or simply the garden variety of Ford, I have no idea. Yes, there are many descendants of Hugh Calkins in America, obviously. Needless to say.

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Yes, how interesting to hear Julie Stott, a seventh grade classmate of mine, yapping online maybe about the "Mrs. Helen Calkins" to be found in the newspaper at Modesto, California, which is where I attended the seventh grade, especially now, so many years later, after having noticed that one of Helen Calkins' aunts, Alma Belle Calkins (1872-1951), was married to Alfred Stott (1868-1949). None of which proves that Julie Stott is any more related to Helen than myself, only that some people have big ears that are used to impertinently point out points that probably have no importance, beyond that some people just love to draw unwarranted attention to themselves.

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Yes, in my opinion you are still a Loser with a capital 'L', especially with this attitude problem that won't let me go. I am leaving there, I want to be free and clear of this worthless Loser and his riff-raff retinue because with friends like that I don't need any enemies. All my friends are my enemies anyway so what is the use of trying to have friends? Useless. Useless to try to 'help' these vicious Bethany sharks.

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Yes, it is somewhat awkward this situation of myself being thrown to the losing team, given that I called someone a Loser with a capital L in no uncertain terms, because I had had enough of that, so obviously you could not just let that go, let me go, because at least you have your pride, obviously, even if nothing else.

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Yes, I vaguely remember at college, Rose Wilson commenting on my handwriting and what it says about me as she looked over my shoulder. It was not until years later that I went through some papers and found that my grandmother in her youth had written to New York, to a magazine in New York, responding to an advertisement for graphology, that is, handwriting analysis. New York, in response to her request, had sent her a paper purportedly analyzing her handwriting, i.e. describing various character traits of hers that it supposedly reveals. Well, I do not particularly wish to discuss these personal factoids with New York, but there it is, the center and/or apple of the advertising universe, always luring the hapless unsuspecting citizen to reveal too much personal information.

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Yes, we noticed that you are a buzzing bee type of journalist, which means that at some point we are going to want to stop the merry-go-round so that we can turn that off of and go home and get some sleep. Not that bees don't have their place, but nothing that you said explains what actually happened.

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Yes, how could you not say that Becky was a silly nitwit always so bedazzled by the filthy dirty Coffee money? But maybe I don't know everything about that. Obviously somebody has to grow the coffee, the bags or tins of coffee don't just appear on the grocery shelves automatically as if by Star Trek replicator. But not to worry, they have a surplus of labor available for the Coffee business without any help from me.

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Yes, who can forget that romance novel written by Mrs. Hodges? I read it and it seemed sort of cute in a way, although a bit stiff compared to those of Grace Livingston Hill, whose Christian romances were quite popular at one time. Even so, Mr. Coffee's attempt to perform the role hero as envisioned by Mrs. Hodges fell flat with a resounding thud, himself being a married man and not really available.

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Yes, whatever happened to Mr. Coffee from San Diego? That was so nice of him to take us all bowling that one time when he was visiting and doing business in El Salvador, which is almost the only thing that I can remember about Mr. Coffee. Beyond that, there really was not much to say about these business people who we barely met and they regaled us with their friendly overtures but then not much else of benefit resulted, only that dispute about Becky which only parents can explain correctly. Someone was saying they would be imputing my honor later as revenge for Becky, so I get that. But whatever. That does not pay my bills so I do not think that they deserve a one-way street to do whatever they want in that regards.

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Yes, Oh, did I forget to inform Kristen about the alarming information I had learned later about that guy in the library? Yes, another alarming example of Santa Cruz. Some out-of-the-loop persons just cannot be reached for with new information. Who knows, perhaps they might even wander onto the former campus of Bethany imagining themselves at a class reunion of theirs.

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Yes, how well I remember the one time that I was ever in Santa Cruz in California, and our tour guide was explaining to us about all of the aging hippie types and '60s flower children often to be observed roaming about the streets of that quaint little city. Yes, Santa Cruz is not without its picturesque charms, needless to say.

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Yes, looking back now in retrospect, it is hard for us to imagine what Cruz might have to say about all of that if it were not for Kathy from the CIA whispering in her ear and telling her what to say. That is a lot of pressure and I do not have the CIA power plays to help unravel what that meant. Oh, did I fall on the wrong side of somebody's widget without even knowing it? Well, Mata you!

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Yes, I do think that it would be interesting for me to read that forthcoming book "Killing Santa Cruz," although I have no idea what it might say, given my lack of relevant information on the topic. Another interesting book to read might be "Killing Stan," but I leave it to others who have more authority and are more well-informed on the topic, although who knows how long that would take to appear, not really something to count on.

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Yes, we see that Helen Deborah Calkins died in Los Angeles in 1980 at the age of 80, not to be confused with the Helen Calkins who in 1918 was listed in the phone book as a dressmaker living in downtown Los Angeles. Elementary, my Dear Watson. How strange that you should so belabor these minor points.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that Helen (1899-1980), who was my 5th cousin 3x removed, was the granddaughter of Miranda Lock, her mother's mother. I, however, have no Lock connection, which means that I am not your Lock and so hopefully you were not expecting me to function as a substitute Helen for you. Also, I happen to have a huge birthmark on my upper arm, apart from the smallpox vaccination scar, so obviously I am not the perfect sacrificial victim that you were expecting. Needless to say. But it perhaps it may be convenient for me to perform temporarily to help unburden you of the hallucinations and delusions that are part of your particular mental illness, whether or not of an anthropomorphic nature.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that  there was something said about your Dutch doors. So you advertise yourself as Open Doors, but really you are like a Dutch door, only halfway open and the rest of that is private. Yes, I remember the Dutch doors may be convenient in some situations, but locks and bolts are also an important component privacy. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school Sandra participated in an exchange program and was gone for one year to the United States attending a high school there and living with a U.S. family. When was that? Maybe 10th or 11th grade, although I am thinking probably 11th. She returned a year later to our high school and was maybe overheard to be saying something about her experience with her other family in the United States, although I cannot remember much. Where was that? Who were they? Why don't you ask her close friend Joan, who probably would know more about that, because I just have no idea.

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Yes, it does seem somewhat cruel for you to accuse me of something, when you yourself promoted your dumpy dog Sandra to the skies, so you did it to yourself. Why can't you people just shoot yourself instead of trying to drag me into your noxious blend?

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Yes, I remember the elected harpist saying something about a favorite book of hers being "A Wrinkle in Time" by Madame L'Engle, in which travel between various alternative universes is discussed. I read it myself also but I don't know why I don't remember it at the moment. I have read so many other books since then. And also, there is not much reason for me to share more about this with these Dutch people who do not contribute anything important to the conversation. The Dutch do not pay the bills so they are mostly a waste of my time and energy. The Dutch are no profits. I cannot belong to their exclusivist alternate Dutch universe. I have to be ready in season and out of season to be able to speak or listen to all races and creeds, not only Dutch.

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Yes, speaking of the election for officers to the Musicians' Guild, I vaguely remember being there in the room and nearby I could sense the contempt and loathing emanating from Sharon Whetstone, a person who despises me although I have no idea who she is or why I should care about the existence of this tacky imitation of Lucille Ball as performed in various copycat skits at the talent show, always stuffing her face with chocolates, because beyond that I know absolutely nothing about her, just another snooty arrogant Pastor's Kid although I am only now guessing this because I have no idea who these people are. It would be useless to attempt to make these people like me, entrenched as they are in their alternate universe.

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Yes, I too might have voted for the harpist, although I really don't remember, because certainly it was not like I would ever think of voting for myself. That would be too low a gambit for my way of thinking. Besides which, the harpist was their favorite golden child, so why fight the inevitable trend. And why all of this noise years later? Well, hmmm, I don't know anything verifiable that I could say about that  and I certainly was not involved in the matter, but I did hear some online noise and static upon which I would prefer not to comment because I don't really know anything.

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Yes, I noticed that the Davenport group has a special and mysterious axe to grind, whatever that meant. I am not familiar with the details of the case involving Calkins vs. Davenport, something about a child who was or was not a Calkins and/or a Davenport. It wasn't clear. Even so, that cannot involve me. I often congratulate myself on being only a Calkins and thus not having to inherit all of their problems, whatever that meant.

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Yes, I really should have removed my name from the list of candidates, as I did not win anything in that election. At the time I was in a mind warp, but the best solution to this problem really would be for me to drop out of the Musicians' Guild, because at this point I really do not practice the occupation of musician in any way. I have long since ceased to care about what the elected harpists are planning to do over there in the Musicians' Guild. There is no place for me there and things could get too complicated way too fast the way they throw things around. I need to find my own place under the sun apart from those music people who only heap curses upon my head. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Bobby was heard to say that he could never be "happy" in the United States, part of the reason for him to return to the country of his childhood. Even so, I don't understand. Why can't you just translate "alegre" as happy or contented and enough said about that. Why this need to impose a "gay" meaning to what originally meant only festive or lively? That sets up an artificial machinery that ultimately becomes a ridiculous example of "Do-Do." But optionally you could use the word "feliz," another word meaning happy, thus sidestepping the issue entirely and leaving the elucidation of these points to the person who gets stuck with the tail end of that.

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Yes, I have performed by tiny bit part, while not having been included in the planning of the show, and that is the only thing that I would need to contribute, only my bit part, given that I had no means or opportunity of contributing more, never mind the idiotic rantings of Mark on the topic of apartments.

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Yes, that was interesting a few years later, when my grandparents' friend Ed Cole asked me to interview for a job at their office, and I did go there and was interviewed by his son-in-law, who is possibly also a lawyer and runs their business, and that was interesting to see Nancy working there, who was Lori's roommate at college, and also to learn that some of the Boone sisters are working there in an adjacent office, but later after being the job I turned it down because, I don't know, it just didn't feel comfortable, things could get complicated there.

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Yes, I have news for the Boones and Wilsons, I am no more adopted than they are. I have my own family tree, no Fry Lock issues there, and so I won't need them for anything. Besides which, the Daniel Boone TV program ended in 1970 and so will always be there in childhood memories, but it is time now for other more important things than that.

How well I remember the college talent show in which one of the Wilson's sang a cover of the Debbie Boone hit song "You Light Up My Life," while ironing a shirt with a man still attached, probably an imitation of some TV skit. There was a copyright issue because a lawyer who was attending the talent show was later investigating whether they had the proper copyright permissions in place to perform all of these things, or should be paying a fee to some organization, maybe ASCAP, to cover that. I only know what Lynda told me about that so I am not sure of what actually happened. I seem to have heard, I don't know how, that the lawyer in question was the son-in-law of Ed Cole, who was a somewhat close friend of my grandparents, although they are all gone now, not that I had anything to do with that. I have yet to hear that story clearly told. They might have been trying to throw me to the lawyer but that wouldn't work. I had never met the lawyer or discussed anything with him. There is no connection there.

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Yes, how interesting to learn that my Helen Calkins, who is my 5th counsin 3x removed according to Ancestry.com, is not really descended from Daniel Boone and the Boone family of Kentucky. The two little Frye Lock children were only adopted it would seem by the Boones. Well, Lah-didah, how about that! And even so, so what? That we may have in company with millions of people, but that is not money in the bank, you pack of Kentucky morons. That is only a bunch of Hollywood nitwits fishing for nothing much.

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Yes, that was interesting, back when Ancestry.com had a "Find Famous Relatives" button, to learn that there was some slight connection to various U.S. Presidents, so that actually George Bush might even be my 12th cousin 40 times removed, and that based on my maternal grandmother having a Pierce somewhere in her lineage, while also Barbara Bush was a Pierce. Or did she? It wasn't clear how that could be true. I really don't quite see that. But, yes, how interesting could that be. And there were similar connections to other U.S. presidents and also various famous authors.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Rose as a strangely weird person of no interest to me. I would prefer not to have to claim Rose as even an acquaintance because there was only minimal contact there, I can count on one hand the times of interaction. Always mystifying to ponder why I would have to pay for the crimes of these nasty Wilson broomsticks. You have failed to kill the nasty Wilson broomsticks in the way that you were ordered, so now there is no end of the mischief that can be wreaked by these evil wicked Wilson broomsticks. But who dares to question the arrogant snooty powerfully wicked Wilsons? Certainly not poor little me. Knowing what I know now, I would certainly recommend avoiding all contact with them.

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Yes, in all of my extensive "Calkins" research I have yet to find any "Call" in my family tree, sorry about that Florida-based kin of Walt Disney, I don't think we are related. How is that a problem?

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Yes, there is something a bit pathetic about basing your entire self-esteem on whether you have some bit of ancestry in common with Walt Disney, not that he wasn't a great American, but there are many great Americans. I wish Ancestry still had their "Find your Famous Relatives" button because when they had that, it brought up some interesting points of distant cousinship, although I do not remember Disney appearing in mine.

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Yes, I am somewhat astonished at the level of malice emanating from your so-called Disney Princess, which happens when you always think that you cannot be wrong, but whatever, who am I to say what your faith should be based upon. I prefer to believe that the Word of God is the only thing that I need for life and work, but you obviously have brought other unforeseen complications into the picture that we cannot simply ignore. We may have to prosecute evil Beth eventually, but I cannot say what for. I will let the proper authorities figure that out.

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Yes, when is the last time I ever went to Disney World? It has probably been at least 25 years, although I have been to Epcot and MGM more recently. Probably I wouldn't recognize the place. I here that many of the familiar rides have changed or been removed and others added. But at a time when there is no surplus money for Disney, probably I have other priorities than the superfluous trivial frivolities of Disney. Certainly that is not my religion.

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Yes, in researching the existence of Helen Calkins, we found another Lot option, the question of whether Bella, whose name appears on the census records, is her own mother and father's wife, or is the census taker confused. I think probably the latter, because the mother is a Lock, but anyway the census record is not clear.

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Yes, I suppose we could all be asking why are these smirky French or Italian peasants skulking around in dark corners, always thrashing around in Dieppe Do-Do. Why should I consider myself responsible for them? Is the entire weight of the world resting on my shoulders? No, I think not. I think they should find their own places without trying to blame me for their own rotten attitudes.

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Yes, I hope that you were not expecting us to coronate you the Baron or Baroness von Turner. You won't get that here in America. But we heard that you can always go back to Malta and with your vast fortune purchase one of those hifalutin titles very easily, and then who can say you whether you were born that way.

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Yes, I can easily see that my blood chemistry just doesn't fit with your slick and weird Turner stuffing. Always so negative. Wonder what that meant. Hope you enjoy your surging planet of negativity, but then again I don't really care. It just meant nothing to me. Very soon the planet will just be stuffed full of only you and nothing from me, and perhaps that the way things are meant to be.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Jill and Linda told us about the apple ciders. I only have a vague idea of that, but probably they would have more detailed information if you want to ask them, because I really don't care enough to ask more questions about that.

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Yes, from high school we learned about how vicious, nasty and hateful these horrid rich people can be. Thus it is hard for me to understand why you are expecting me to care about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the leader of our blue team was Ulises, who died in a car accident during college so obviously the blue team has no leadership. I was a bit insulted that Carmen, who was the girlfriend of Ulises throughout high school, or else someone was saying online that I would have to do the job of Ulises. Yuck! As if it were necessary to be reminded of the lackluster blue team. Hopefully I will not be forced to comment on the topic of Ulises, of whom I remember very little. I am not going to do Carmen's job in that regard. Carmen will just have to bury her own dead without any help from me.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that our high school was divided into four teams for purposes of relay races, myself being assigned to the blue team. Our team lost but that was not surprising. How could we possibly win with some of these people on our team who are not particularly helpful. The Blue was a team to be forgotten. So Tom's aggressive red team won, obviously. No one was disputing these points.