Which Reminds Me

Yes, I sort of got that I might have died long before all of these things would ever be sorted out, so why trouble myself about all of these things that are over my head anyway. So what is that to you? There will be a long time later in eternity, where God already knows anyway who did what.

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Yes, there goes that girl with the flower in her hair, probably going to San Francisco of the fabled song, that girl from the drama club with the flower in her hair. ("If you are going to San Francisco...) And that is about all that they might have said about Heidi at college, if they thought about her at all, because anyway, she lived in an alternate universe of which we knew almost nothing. I have other things on my mind than them. 

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Yes, that was weird, someone online who sounded sort of like Martha kept boasting of having donated money to some charitable cause, whatever that was, which, Ok, fine, how nice, far be it from me to make negative commentary about her choice of charities of which I know nothing. However, I do not see where she ever contributed anything to my account, so I do not see how that makes me her slave property in perpetuity.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school my locker was located next to that of Martha due to the alphabetical things. She likes to boast of her family's vast wealth, of having a Swiss bank account and spending time at the family condo on Brickell Avenue. Not that it matters to me. That would not be a reason to move to Miami, but interesting coincidence.

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Yes, I suppose that it is sort of natural to be curious about certain people, but anyway, if they see me watching them they would probably throw some unpleasant things in my direction, which I probably cannot handle, because anyway, apart from being curious to know why they are so defensive about something, also there is the question of why can't I just shrug them off like water off a duck's back. Really, who cares what they do.

Which Reminds Me

Ok, you don't want me, that's good, so that means that I am excused from further embarrassing myself with trying to do stupid things. I can go home now. Thank you very much. I am glad to hear that my time is over. Thank you.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, definitely if I did that, I would need to keep that separate from my personal channel, although why not put that on my personal channel if it were all about only me. But I never would have thought of that on my own, so probably it would be necessary to share the profits with a few other people.

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Yes, Blondie, if you are so into the Word, how is it that you never read Matthew 22:14: "Many are called but few are chosen." Well, thanks so much, Mrs. Smart-Alecky, for nothing much. Just being called means nothing at all, so why can't you just carry on your ministry without bothering me about nothing much?

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Yes, I suppose that takes care of the Romance languages, leaving a few other thousand languages that may or may not use an alphabet that I would be able to read. 

But if you insist on charging a fee, you should probably be charging Catto of the huge billion-dollar pocketbook, because anyway I never had anything on them. They never tell me anything, they carefully avoid telling me anything, so I cannot be expected to pay Catto's exorbitant bills for nothing much. You should be aware that someone altered the wiring later, so it gets confusing, but actually I never had the slightest interest in learning more about such rich people. I just don't have the blood type to bother with that. 

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Yes, I do think it is a bit scary, taking all of these risks that might not pay off. But anyway, why am I the only person on the planet who attracts such unbelievable contempt for doing stuff that other people do all the time? Weird. My brain is getting glitchy on these points. 

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Yes, I do think that I might enjoy reading that forthcoming book, "Killing Steinbeck," although I really have no idea when that would make its appearance. One would think that such a book might be overdue by now. Already we know that Cannery Row is nothing but a shopping and tourist destination, not what it used to be in the 1940s, or in the mythological lore of Steinbeck, so there is really nothing to say about that.

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Yes, I do hope that your mother taught you not to walk on the train tracks. Did you not know that the oncoming train cannot stop? And after the train wreck, your little bit part will be unrecognizable amidst all of the wreckage and ruins.  

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Yes, I think that there used to be a restaurant, possibly named the Pickle Barrel or something similar, that had very good food and they put bottles of pickles on each table which was unusual. But they closed and something else went in there so they really do not exist anymore. But their food was good, what I remember of it, I might have been there at least once. Oh, thanks for sharing that.

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Yes, I noticed your odd focus on whether this is done yet, and then I remembered learning that my great-grandfather's sister married Mr. Thew, So I suppose that you could say that they are not Threw, sounds like Through.. And in reverse, we are not the Thew, so perhaps we are Threw or Through.

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Yes, I vaguely remember way back in the beginning of this you were asking if I make my bed every morning, and if so how do I make the corners. Do I use those hotel corners learned on the job or do I make my corners the way my mother showed me? Corners... hmmm...... And there were those unfortunates who had to work as hotel maids. as described in great-grandmother's diaries, so they probably use the hotel corners they learned at work. Either way, a corner is a corner as defined in the dictionary.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about Route 66, a road less traveled to be sure, but there is a song about it and a TV documentary, so it must have had some meaning back in the day to some people. My mother might remember something about that but I really cannot say whether I was ever on that road for any length of time. It doesn't really go anywhere that I want to go, it is just out there in the middle of the desert where few people venture.

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Yes, it is so sad, I might need to pry Heidi's fingernails off of my backside, or is that Rose? I can't really tell anymore who they are or were, they just bark and bark and bark at me, and actually I have no plans to address them in the future. Well, congratulations on having a great ministry, but anyway I would not want to play the role of Copycat. To you I am nothing but a Copycat, and I get that. Hopefully God has other plans for me elsewhere.

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Revelation 3:18: "I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see." 

Yes, how nice, that guy may know a few Bible verses. However, I really do not think that I need gold-plated door handles, I sort of doubt that solid gold door handles on the house would do much to enhance property values. And then there is the problem of thieves breaking in and stealing the door-handles, and anyway gold bars would be so heavy to lug around in a suitcase. And then there would be another problem of how to pay for storage.

Proverbs 11:4 28; 13:8; 23:3-5.

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Yes, I thinks those songs are perfect and say everything that would need to be said about that without me needing to muddy the waters by saying a lot of useless stuff that does not really matter in the long run anyway. 

And I think that some people sing very well even though I really have no idea who they are otherwise, the song speaks for itself without needing to add a pile of nonsense.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am looking forward to the final destination, heaven, when we all get to heaven and all of that, so it is a bit difficult for me to want to be bothered with all of these temporary distractions that do not matter anyway in the long run given that they already killed me anyway. Now that I am long gone, admittedly having been tricked into a few things that should not have happened, why bother with further nonsense? If they are so clever, let them figure it out for themselves without me around for the blaming. They need to get used to the idea of being the responsible party.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while we were living in El Salvador, the Stewarts were co-workers with my parents, and their daughter Becky married Mickey Wright, whose family had lived in British Honduras (now Belize) for some number of years, so I imagine that the Wright family, who were from Houston area,  would have other things to say about that of which I am not aware. I never went to Belize myself.

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Yes, ha ha ha, wouldn't that be nice, if only I had invested in Bitcoin heavily at an early time. ha ha ha. Now my $10 of Bitcoin mostly free from coin faucets is worth about $300, woo-hoo, amazing percentage-wise, always makes me happy to see the numbers climbing, but not going to get me very far. Needless to say. 

Yes, that was part of their fantasy script to cast me as a wealthy white person, even though actually not. Just because I am a white person, that does not mean that I would automatically have such vast wealth at my command. Just because some classmate of mine was trying to throw her Caribbean roots at me, that did not mean that I would take my orders from them. And there is nothing They are so ridiculous, it just boggles the mind to try to accommodate their every whim.

I suppose that were I to have vast millions in the bank, I wouldn't mind collecting a few extra passports, such as the British Commonwealth express that you are referring to, but it remains to be seen when I would ever have enough cash on hand to actually uproot myself so drastically. Most people are content to just exist and try not to trouble the waters too much.    

 

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Yes, it is weird how these people are chattering away as if I would know what they are talking about. And why would I think that they are talking to me, anyway? Maybe they are just talking to somebody else who really knows why I should care about reconnecting to Chatterbox Kathy. I dropped them off in a garbage dumpster long ago, glad to be rid of them.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there are some days when I do not know who I am talking to. I don't know, some days you sort of resemble Bruce Bell, or is that Raymond? So how what about San Diego? My Dad's cousin Suzanne taught school there, but either one of those guys are a matter of indifference to me, so I am just saying, I do not really know who they are. Well, Bruce was originally a Baptist but I do not know where he went later. 

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Yes, oh, hello. Yes, I am the only person who was not very much aware of copyright issues back in the old days? But anyway, some recipes are not for public distribution. Maybe I just threw that away, I don't remember now.

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Yes, I do think that there is no guarantee that I would consent to involve myself in or be permanently glue to some massively complicated project with no guarantee of any positive result, given that I am only eight years old at the time. I could be digging myself a hole and never getting anywhere, so what is the use of speculating about that? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online the scornful words of that guy who hates me so much, and then later I noticed that his wife ran away with some debonair Frenchman, so that was weird.

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Yes, who was that wacky witch who was trying to assign to me the job of fixing Puerto Rich? Huh? I saw the movie "West Side Story" after it came to TV, but anyway, white people such as myself generally don't really care that much about Puerto Rico. Do we really have to install a 51st state? Fifty is such a nice even round number. But anyway, well, if they are telling us that we have to do that, fine, but that is a job for politicians to figure out the procedures for disposing of them, not really my personal problem. And after Puerto Rico, there are a few other territories waiting in line, such as Guam, U.S. Virgin Islands, etc. etc.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that some person online was saying some disparaging things about Benjamin Franklin, which, well, I doubt that it was the "death and taxes" quote that was being referred to. There were other reasons to leave Benjamin Franklin in a French-fried dumpster, not really taxes or no taxes. I vaguely remember years ago hearing that some person had neglected to file their tax returns because they were opposed to paying taxes for some unspecified philosophical reason that I am not remembering, but I am not remembering now who they were talking about. Anyway, everybody has to pay taxes somewhere, ultimately. It is just a part of civic duty generally speaking.  

I could not see who was saying all of those derogatory things about Benjamin Franklin, as if he were the sole reason to condemn America. Besides which, I mostly think of him as the kite-flying discoverer of electricity. I might not need to know more about that.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember in third grade our families all went to the beach, and I had the interesting experience of being knocked over by an ocean wave in the surf, and my fingers touched the sand, and then in a flash I was standing on my feet as if nothing had happened, so that was interesting and I wrote about that in a paper that I handed in at school in third grade, and the teacher wrote a note saying that I was exaggerating and that is not what really happened, she crossed out "fingers" and said I should say "toes," shockingly, and whe I showed this note to Kenton he sided with the teacher, so that was weird. If it were only "toes" I doubt that would have been worth mentioning in my school paper.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember in third grade in Mexico, explaining to some girl about my private bubble. That was because some of those Mexican girls in my class were sort of scary. Someone threatened to hit us with a baseball bat, so that scary. So not to worry about that, just don't let them get in your personal space. After all, there is only space for one person in my private bubble. And whoever I discusses this with, that was not you, at least that much I can be sure about.

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Yes, there was a somewhat large and growing Rolodex, and what happens is that you talk to your boss, your boss talks to my boss, and then my boss may assign to me a story idea sometimes with names that are recommended as a good source for this topic. And I only call you for that specific purpose and no other, and I only call your work number, not your home number. And I only call during work hours only because it is a work assignment, not because I would want to be burdened with all of the personal information that I do not have room for in this particular article, although sometimes I do learn other things along the way. So if you want to pitch a story, you could tell me that only while we are talking, or you could talk to your boss about talking to my boss.

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Yes, there was a rather large and growing Rolodex that I had compiled, with some help from co-workers, but it was left behind, so I cannot really go back later and try to remind myself who all those people were. It just would not be fair. to arrests hundreds of people just because one banking guy went on a huge ego trip.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in El Salvador someone was telling us about the time they stopped to ask for directions, somewhere far out in the countryside, and they found it very hard to understand what the man was saying due to the country account. They did a fair imitation of that and it sounded like a "gua" sound they put on almost word, sort of like talking with marbles in your mouth.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was at Evangel College, Becky Nolin who lived at the other end of the floor from where I was, was telling us that she grew up in Malaysia. She was a nice person, she was telling me about the time she met Kent Stone at an art gallery, but apparently their relationship did not get that far because he married someone else I heard. But anyway I did not return the second year so I am not sure what happened to her later. I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. 

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Yes, I enjoyed working there for a couple of years, I really had no complaints about that, it was just that it was not a job to stay forever so I moved on the next thing. That was weird when that guy from a bank down there, I forget now what his name was, who I sometimes talked to for my job, called me to say something about how he maybe wants me to share with him scuttlebutt about my boss. Who is this bank guy anyway, that I would be bothered with making some stupid agreement to involve myself in his job situation? Ridiculous. So basically maybe if I just leave those guys stewing in their own juices, maybe they will figure out that I am not their problem and learn something else maybe. Whatever their problem might be, I really have no idea. Something seemed weird to them, but why am I getting all of these message. It was just a job. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, thanks, but anyway, I vaguely remember that when our friends were explaining to us the meaning of "vos," they were sort of scaring me, because while I did sort of get that it was not a matter of standard Spanish, rather a sort of slang that they use casually amongst themselves, a sort of cool kids slang, not formal or fussy, but also maybe I was just imagining that it meant they were in solidarity with some French revolutionaries who live in tents out in the fields. Huh? But I was probably just confused on that point. What would crazy white girl know about that? Crazy white girl wants to stay neutral of all these political tides that are sweeping past in the margins. We are not supposed to know anything about that. I could just not say anything about that to anybody, but then again maybe that could hook me into some other political thing of which I was not aware, unbeknownst to me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that after we had lived in Mexico and Central America, there were maybe two occasions when we drove north to the United States and crossed the border, easily and hassle-free due to our being U.S. citizens with U.S. passports, and we were talking about what a good feeling it was to cross the border and see the sign "Welcome to the United States," and how everything seemed so much better after crossing into the U.S. homeland. A feeling of foreign struggle lifted.Traffic flowed more smoothly, there were suddenly more and better amenities along the road and there was no problem speaking English to everyone in stores and restaurants, and everything seemed cleaner and more modern. So that was how it felt to us to cross the border. 

But of course some people never left in the first place so maybe they cannot see it that way.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you have again failed to appreciate the high value of me, so the only way to fix the value would be to write me a check for a fixed amount of $1 million or more. Needless to say. I say that as if I could control what they do. As if. 

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Yes, I really think that you and Stephanie certainly do excel in the art of writing fiction. So persuasive, you almost the impossible seem plausible. 

Which reminds me that I much enjoyed reading the novel Heidi, by Johanna Spyri, which is a book that I was reading at Grandma and Grandpa Calkins' house, because it was on the shelf in the back bedroom where I was sleeping at the time (maybe age 12). These are some of the things that we get from being the Calkins branch of the family, and not some other branch. Even so, the prospect of retreating to some mountain cottage to shepherd sheep for the rest of my life is not exactly what I had in mind for retirement plans. I enjoyed reading about that, but to actually go to Switzerland and have to pay such exorbitantly high prices for everything under the sun seems a step too extreme. I cannot imagine going there myself.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone online was angry with me for having paused to chat a few words with Gary Easley, a music student at our college. Oh, sorry about that! Doesn't he belong to some weird cult that does not really fit with our AG milieu? Oh, I forgot. I do not see why I would ever speak to Mr. Easley again ever in this lifetime after that warning.

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Yes, perhaps Miss Marken could explain why she prescribed some books for me to read in high school English class that were sort of a downer for me, but she might not be alive now to say anything further about that, so I am now free to live me life unfettered by Miss Marken's obscure designs. I played my little part at the time in reading the books that were recommended and there is nothing more to say about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember feeling sort of like a hostage during high school, because I was sort of vaguely aware that those Italians, including Kathy and Joan, were doing things over my head that I really could not get a handle on. I am being quizzed about things that I was not aware of at the time, so why are you not asking them about their little subplots about presidential elections and the Libby's Watergate maneuverings? I am sure that they could explain these matter much better than I could, given that they never told me anything. Needless to say.

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling, why is the stupid Bush family always screaming in my ear. I would not know George from Adam and could not care less about those pompous arrogant snobs that Joan was raving about so naively during high school, who were nameless to me at the time, but these Italians are somewhat simple-minded. George who? Whoever that was. I could not care less about Joan's private conversations with Carmen that I might or might not have overheard. I just see no reason for me to be harassed and abused by Bushmen. What is wrong with those idiots? Yuk!  

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Yes, some stipulations for a final settlement might include these points: 

1. You will pay me a $1 million payment in compensation for having killed me, thus avoiding the need to pay salary later.

2 This will sever any possibility of a future connection or relationship I ever had with the Turners. I really do not care what they do, I just want them to go away and stop bothering me with their British Colonial agenda. (I do not dislike Turner, I think that Turner is entitled to have her own opinions, but ultimately I do not take my orders from Turner, and if push comes to shove, Turner is expendable. Ultimately, if it comes to that, I am not going to kiss the Turner ring or bow down and worship the golden Turner statue that you have set up on the Plains or Prairies.)

3. I will have no obligation to Malta, so I see no reason to pay a penny to Malta only because they are confusing us with the British Colonials, while we were the Americans who left England in the 1600s so we have never had any connection to Malta. We have no thought of them, actually. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school reading the novel "Christy," written by Catherine Marshall, but that does not mean that I would need to discuss anything of a personal nature with the various mountain people described, assuming that the characters were ever based on any real person dead or living. It was a great novel in spite of its dark moments, but anyway it was only fiction. Do I really have to remind those fictional characters that fiction has it s place in a library?

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Yes, interesting thought, but it is a bit puzzling, this magical $1 million number that appears on the paperwork. Now that I have seen the paperwork, having been to Sacramento and done with that, that makes it a little bit easier to see where that number maybe started, but was there ever really any money at all, or was it all just a matter of wishful thinking in the first place. How can any value ever be accumulated without the necessary appreciation? But try explaining that to some wacky people who misunderstood the meaning of fixed amount. Yes, wouldn't that be nice if someone wanted to hand me a million dollars, but that would just be unreal, a crazy pipe dream, when am I going to finally wake up and figure out that there was nothing to really get about that. Wouldn't I just be asking for a commitment to an insane asylum if I were to actually sign a check for that amount of money? I really can't handle all of these clues about nothing much. All of these distractions are not really all that productive.   

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Yes, and you sent your Portuguese/Swedish Persson to escort me home, even though she cannot speak two words of Spanish. She is just another Swedish uppity-up snob. There was nothing Portuguese in my repertoire, what is wrong with those idiots over there? I just have no idea. Why all of these secret meetings with my employer at the time? You are not my employer, so how did that happen?  

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Yes, interesting how I never thought of that. How interesting 50 years later to find all of these issues appearing that I had never really thought of. I had no idea that they were so Portuguese. They never said anything about that back then.Portuguese gives me a big headache, what will all of their Spanish mistakes. Only now do they reveal their true Portuguese colors. One just assumes that they are all Spanish, but then again sometimes it is hard to know who is which.   

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Yes, I never claimed to be the Queen of Corinth, and yet somehow these lousy scriptwriters persist in trying to rehearse lines from the play, even when none of that fits into my story. You really should not waste your time applying for a screenwriter job in Hollywood, but I should not be saying anything about that. I should let the professionals break it to you gently.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Ernie Deporto was an acquaintance in college. There was a time when several people piled into his tiny little car and went somewhere, I forget where we went. Maybe Dauna can remember more about that. Oh, was he Brazilian or Portuguese? I really would not know. At this point, I barely remember him enough to say hello and not much more than that. Only, oh, Hi, how are you/ That is about all there is to say about DePorto.

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Yes, I vaguely remember talking about trip to Antigua, Guatemala, where we toured some of the highlights, including a very old Catholic church of historical interest where you can go inside there and hire someone, maybe even a witch doctor, to light a candle and cast a spell for you, but we do not do that. We are Christian so we do not agree with that practice, but to argue about these matters is not fruitful and counterproductive.

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Yes, in terms of music, I really do like that song, "Your Name," by Phillips, Craig & Dean, when I hear it on Youtube or wherever, even though, upon reflection, taking note of the fact that this trio are some of those Oneness guys whose theology differs somewhat from what we would strictly agree with in terms of detail, then, well, I don't know, I like their music anyway, even if someone was trying to script me as the enemy of the Oneness gang, but I did not quite fill in all of the blanks in that script, because anyway, there are points to consider in regards to that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have recently noticed your obsessive ranting about trans politics, a topic of which I know nothing and have nothing to say. What I originally might have said about that is completely unrecognizable at this point. I have no idea who you are hinting about. I have no clues. Perhaps you could be more specific about who you are talking about, so that we could all hear that, too.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that I never should have made that self-deprecating joke about being "Baker-acted," especially not in front of Linda and Linda. What a mess. They are famous for being the nastiest gossips who ever lived on the planet. They do not need to be hearing anything about me ever in future. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was at Evangel college, one time I went to the shopping mall with some girls from my dorm, and while there I bought a funny sign that read "Mental Ward," which I hung on the wall of my room, manifesting my tendency toward self-deprecating humor perhaps, although not really a serious legal tool, because anyway, after I went home and hung it on my wall at home, my mother made me throw it away because she thought that it was making me seriously depressed and gloomy, so the "Mental Ward" sign is long gone years ago. However, I do occasionally have moments where I have thought of where else could I find refuge from this storm around me, other than an insane asylum. But then again, that would be a depressing and gloomy place to go. No, I think that I could take care of myself just fine without so many cooks hovering about to ruin the broth.     

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Yes, I do vaguely remember saying that Spain is a place that I think that I would enjoy visiting for a short time, perhaps to visit some of the medieval castles and palaces that figure so prominently in some of the Spanish books that I read during high school. I think that I would enjoy touring the historical museums of Madrid and that sort of thing. I am not saying that I would want to live there permanently, I was only contemplating a matter of weeks or months. There are so many places to visit eventually. I was only saying that Spain was one place that would be interesting to visit from a tourist point of view.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, come to think of it, maybe I should be asking whatever happened to my little sister's friend Lynne, who I almost never think of at all. Usually I only hear scattered ideas of who those people are, not really a clear idea of what that was all about.

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Yes, I do think that it really is not necessary to marry one's language teacher, just because I learned Spanish well that does not mean that I would need my Spanish teacher in my family tree. And what if I had learned three or four or five languages? I really cannot imagine how a polyglot would manage all of those language teacher relationships. Being bilingual is complicated enough already, although she does slightly remind me of my Spanish teacher, sort of, not really but sort. of.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in high school Spanish class studying the play by Jacinto Benavente, a Nobel-Prize winning author, which is called "Los Intereses Creados." The characters start by creating their bluffs, their hopes and dreams for the future, and then hope that reality will catch up with them, but whether that happens or not is tenuous and uncertain matter. We must have chemistry for anything to happen, and sometimes you just do not have the right ingredients for that to happen. 

What is this ridiculous question that I forgot to answer?

Which reminds me, speaking of bluffs, that when I was hanging out with Cori and her friends, I learned the utterly useless skill of playing poker, but only for matchsticks, not for anything of value. But if you want to burn your own house down, fine. Go right ahead and do that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it would be hard for me to imagine what would be the price for shipping a ton of bricks and/or floor tiles from there to the United States. Those things are heavy, not a lightweight matter to ponder. And anyway, we have bricks here also. There are people who make bricks even here, so probably that is getting too complicated a point to be worth belaboring. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot help but wonder what else don't I know about crazy Kathy, but whatever. It is not my place to say what are the contents of her court records. I really have no way of knowing where she got that Aryan, I only overheard some talk that she considers partly herself of Persian descent maybe, because some of the Persians may have migrated to Italy or Sicily during the various wars of the Middle Ages, so she has that in common with our Persian classmates maybe, who are cousins of the Wilsons to some unknown degree which really is not my problem actually so I really cannot say too much about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always a bit awkward, being mistaken for that vile wicked witch Kathy from high school. Who can know what filthy garbage flows through Kathy's psychotic evil brain, when she sits over there spitting poison in my direction? I just have no idea what you are looking for or why I should care? I just don't care. And who appointed you my jailer? Why do you have to know anything about me? There is nothing all that interesting to say about my miserable high school experience. But I am home in the U,S, and not interested in renewing contact. I already tried that and it just doesn't work. If the Apostle Paul could get away with saying that Cretans are liars, then perhaps my dismissive attitude of these Italians can also be understood.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember Rick, whose stepmother was that horrible Spanish lady, I forget what her name was. But we have to be nice and polite. This is not the time to be explaining that we do not really want their garbage tile flooring money. We will glad to be rid of them later, they are only temporary characters in this scenario of the moment.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of the Snell family who were often visiting from San Diego, but we were really not all that interested in getting involved in their export business, something about floor tiles is all that I can remember about that. Thanks anyway, but no thanks.

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Yes, I would just be lying if I were to claim to be a great math whiz. I really did not get that far in math and science that I would have any reason to boast of anything in regards to Math. And anyway, I never applied for a job in rocket science and/or quantum mechanics, although I do have enough math to get along just fine in daily life without having to strain this point to such a ridiculous extent. I really never did care that much about boring math geeks whizzing by on their mathematical broomsticks. I could have tried harder when I was younger, but after a certain age the point just becomes moot. There are other fields, other interests to be considered. Time is short.

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago hearing someone online was talking about how Malta is overdue to be blotted off the face of the earth, for various legal reasons. I only heard something online and do not know anything about that myself personally, so obviously upon reflection I cannot think of any reason to go there. I might have other options, hopefully. That was not anything that I was thinking about myself. I have zero connection to Malta, actually

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago, when Susie and I went on a sort of double date with those two guys who were visiting Florida, Danny Mercado from Chicago area and Phil Kirsten from Wisconsin. I forget what we did, dinner and bowling or something. Of course it is always a lively time with Susie, because she is a "life of the party" sort of person, so that even when no chemistry is really happening, she talks enough for everyone, so that it was mostly just Susie talking, because otherwise it could become too tedious if you have to pull information out of those guys who are just sitting there and not really volunteering all that much information about themselves,. In such situation one does not one want to have to linger too long, like an opened soda can becomes flat and without fizz after being left open for more than two or three hours. Enough about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone online was telling me that she was "expecting" Theodore Roosevelt's baby. Huh? I could not quite see who was saying that ridiculous thing, and there was nothing good that could happen when they are saying such ridiculous things. How could anything good ever happen to a person with such a horrible attitude? You obviously never attended ORU. How can we be hopeful when this pathetic person is allowed to fill the air waves with stupid twists on the word "expect"? We pray "Lead us not into temptation," and yet this wickedly expectant person is not sent packing by the authorities.

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Yes, I vaguely remember, that was Sharon Baldwin reminding me that she was elected by the voters. And that was the last time that I ever thought about her, what was her name anyway? I completely forget what I said to trigger something. It just did not matter that much. Just because I did not like something about your attitude personally, that did not mean that you cannot be elected to do whatever you were voted to do. That will be your responsibility, not my problem. Anyway, I did not want the issue to be about me. I just do not matter, do I? You simply do not care about me at all and you certainly do go out of your way to make known publicly your low opinion of me, obviously. Needless to say. So I am not really desirous of hearing yet another replay of this electoral theme.

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Yes, thanks for the travel pointers. I might not be averse to the idea of traveling all around the world, assuming that money were not an obstacle to that idea. However, I think that first I would need to unravel some of these misunderstandings so that I could leave without being dogged later by a lot of unanswered questions and stupid stuff to bog me down. I think that I owe a debt to my own country more than I need to travel at the moment for no reason. 

But if you wanted to drop a box of cash on my front doorstep, that would be a decision for you to make, not really something that I could make happen.  And then I would have to take that to the bank to see that is counterfeit, because I am really not trained to see that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, when that mafia trash classmate was hinting about or screaming or saying something about how she is going to drag me down to the underworld where she lives, and I was always hoping and praying that she would lose. I am really not interested in going to the mafia trash underworld with those mafia trash Italian. I just have no idea who those people are or why I should care about that.

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Yes, it is always awkward for us to be mistaken for those Anderson bums, the Andersons having been co-workers of my great-grandparents in China for than a century ago, that is a long story and I have other priorities than the Anderson bums, so what would I know? And I only found their book while scavenging on Google, not because they ever had anything forthright or honest to say about that.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my senior year of high school, our Salvadoran friend was at our house visiting, and we were talking about how my parents were helping to facilitate the adoption of a Salvadoran baby for a couple who lived in Washington state, and the baby was at our house for a couple of weeks or so while the paperwork was being finalized, and our friend was puzzled as to how the baby would be able to learn English language, because is not the Spanish language imprinted on the brain at birth, and my mother expressed the opinion of a baby being a blank slate, and that if the baby were raised speaking onliy English, it would not be able to speak Spanish, it would be like any English-speaking person in terms of English language. So that was my mother's theory about that point, and my mother is very intense on these points, but I suppose that probably has nothing to do with the price of tea in China.

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Yes, of course, the Drama Club people also made their presentation about Amsterdam during a chapel service, along with some interesting skits, but I did not really speak to them personally. It was only Cheryl who gave me her personal account in a private conversation.

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Yes, the only thing that I know about your Amsterdam missions trip was what Cheryl Gansky told me about that. I do not know anything more about that, never been there myself.

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Yes, that would be so mean of me, were I to say what I think about your attempts to impose upon me a duty to babysit your various Filipino cats and dogs, but seriously I am just not interested. There is nothing to be gained from succumbing to that ploy. I have to think about my own self-interest.

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Yes, I vaguely remember how that Asian girl expressed her disdain for socializing with such a low-class white nobody such as myself. She has a degree in engineering and works at City Hall, so for what does she need to socialize with some pathetic white girl such as msyelf? This happened at a church meeting. Ok, fine. The feeling is sort of mutual, actually. 

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Yes, I do suppose that there always will be that type of insecure Geeky Nerd male who prefers to order by mail a little Asian thing who will be more submissive than the average American white girl, and also more grateful just to have taken another white man off the market. I forget when, many years ago, I saw in a Mail-Order catalog all of their cheesy photos, all lined up in rows. I suppose that there always will be that type of guy who goes for that sort of thing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I overheard Lori Way talking about how she went dancing with Dean Chenault. Beyond that, Also, Warren was taking tap dancing lessons with his dance partner Diane Puryear, who was the secretary in the music office and also the wife of the athletic director, probably Linda told me about that. Beyond that I have no other firsthand knowledge of any college dancing. Oh, are you now telling me that you are now gone dancing also? Well, how times do change. 

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Yes, from where we are, it is hard for us to understand your odd obsession with Malaysia, a place that offers no historical value or documentary evidence for our family history book, assuming there would ever be one, but I cannot speak for others who may have visited Malaysia at some time or another. I do not claim to know everything about the various migrations that may have occurred in the past century. And also there is the notion that my Dad's late Uncle Ben served on ships for many years so he may have been everywhere, I really cannot speak to that, I just have no idea about Malaysia

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my first year at SCC that living on the 7th floor of the girls' dorm were two persons named Candy, Candy Bennett and Candy Higgins, and one named Candi, although maybe that sounded like a three to you. Perhaps that is another reason to believe that you probably get all of your wrong information from that trailer trash Gail Lee, yet another person who probably could not spell my name correctly if her life depended upon it, not that I am counting, but I am particular about how my name is spelled by persons who are filling out  forms for social security and Medicare, bank accounts, passports, etc. Yes, that does matter. 

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Yes, I had not really thought of it that way, but why should I be making myself so freely available to be used as a stepping-stone by those Arab people who bought the land? Perhaps my exit from the scene would change that game somehow, I am not sure how, but that would be yet another reason to go offshore and leave the Texas oil business for the OPEC people to figure out, because we get nothing from that state of things anyway, other than to be harassed continually. The Texas oil business is much too complicated for the average tax-paying U.S. citizen to figure out. You would need a wallet the size of Saudi Arabia to actually do something about that. 

And some of these things are based on something my grandmother said in days gone by, but anyway, things change. 

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Yes, it may seem superfluous to mention that my name is spelled with an i at the end, and not a y, so that it becomes apparent that the Beaumont play, "The Laws of Candy," has nothing to do with me, my name being Candi, not Candy. Besides which, if you had read the family history book, you would know that my great-grandfather's cousin lived somewhere in the vicinity of Beaumont, Texas, not in Louisiana, a swamp inhabited by strange Duck people who I never met anyway. So that seems to me to qualify as a silly tempest in a teapot, not really something to do something about. But I digress. 

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Yes, I sort of understand what you mean; did you not notice how these ambitious political people bark at me as if I were their slave property? They spend four years of high school playing tricks behind my back and yelling obscenities continuously, and then they expect me to do something about that? So thanks for your political service, but it is now probably time for you to go home and stop harassing private citizens such as myself. The gravy train only goes so far and then it is on to the next thing. Work work work!  

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago hearing that Bobby had left the United States because he felt that he could not be happy here, that he could only be happy down there. Ok, fine. I did not think very much about that at the time, but the Gozo link may give a very different view of that point, one that was not possible to think of until quite recently.

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Yes, so amaziing, in the 8th grade I did such a good job on my Hallowwen box, so artistically rendered, that little 5th grader Cindy Bell accused me of being a demonic witch. Thanks. So why am I wasting all of this energy on useless Halloween projects that get me nowhere? So amazing how those little brats have no concern for my soul. They build a wall of curses because that is what they do, they do not actually think about anything, they just go with the group. And am I who they say I am or am I who God says I am? I have to choose a different path for my own sake. 

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Yes, I was not just a little bit annoyed with them for criticizing my mother's (or perhaps some other realtive's) oratorical display of patriotic fervor. So what if my mother thinks that this is the greatest nation on the planet and not embarrassed to say so in front of everyone? How is that a a problem?

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Yes, I am vaguely remembering that sounds sort of similar to something that I felt at one time in the past, whether I actually said that or not I do not remember now. But if the shoe fits wear it. We shall see. 

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Yes, I am vaguely remembering that someone had accosted me, accusing me of not being a Christian because I do not customarily cross jewelry as a clothing accessory. There are apparently some who believe that one must signal one's allegiance outwardly visible usage of these symbolic items. And I remember myself explaining something about why that is, for one thing because if I see people wearing cross jewelry I would usually think that person is a Catholic, not a Protestant. Also, 2 Timothy 2:14-19. Hopefully I will probably not be needing to put Dracula back in his coffin, at least not today. Tomorrow who knows what might happen. But it is difficult to discuss these matters with simple-minded peasant Stacy when I would prefer to avoid arguments about these tricky points.

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Yes, I vaguely remember when we were at the Little School, school would start at 8 a.m. with an hour of Bible class. The session would start with singing, and sometimes we would sing, out of courtsey, the national anthems of the various persons represented in the student body, which included the Star Spangled Banner for the U.S. students, O Canada for the Canadians and also God Save the Queen for those from New Zealand or Australia. Also we learned to sing the national anthem of our host country, El Salvador: "De la paz en la dicha suprema, siempre noble fue El Salvador, fue obtenerla su eterno progreso, conservarla en su gloria mayor" or something similar to that, which is to say: From the peace in the supreme happiness, the always noble El Salvador strove to obtain eternal progress and to conserve its greatest glory" of something similar to that. So according to that peace should result in supreme happiness. Ok, fine. 

In high school about once a week we would be called on to do the pledge of the allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, although probably Libby did not participate in that because she belongs to the religious cult of Jehovah's Witness, so she can claim a conscientious objector status for her citizenship rights. 

And on the 15 of September, the independence day for El Salvador, we were asked to wear blue and white and to sing the national anthem of the country and march around the school or something, I forget exactly what we did, just whatever they want us to do. It

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Yes, I did not particularly like the way they shoved some.things in my face and threw me around, but anyway, you know what they say, if life gives you lemons make lemonade.

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Yes, I vaguely remember how awkward that job was, because my boss was on one side the the political spectrum, but I was not really all that interested personally in their agenda. But I remember being required to interview certain persons who wanted to put their agenda in the paper, and they would even tell me directly that if I do not report what they want they will report me to the publisher, so whatever. I could always quit and get another job, because maybe there is nothing to be gained by doing whatever they want. I do not remember why I stuck it out that long.

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Yes, speaking of the total war, I am reminded that there was a book titled "Total Woman" which was written actually by Marabel Morgan, who describes her married life in more graphic details than might be convenient to know. I really should not be reading such a book, without having a husband upon whom to practice that. 

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Yes, unfortunately for me, I was in the office one day, at a time when I overheard some people talking about some of the background story of Bill's Monica, only a few things about how appalling that was for those Jewish people who were her family and friends because, anyway, she was Jewish. So that was weird, how to respect the political power of a person who was that powerful and yet that stupid. I do not even want to think about Bill and there he is out there in the public arena throwing his weight around. Weird. 

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Yes, I think that I did overhear Raymond talking about his plans to become a millionaire by the age of 30, but I seem to remember that he was not talking to me. Was that in class or study hall or somewhere else? He was talking to maybe what's-her-name, whose name eludes my memory. I cannot think of who she is, I do not want to waste my energies on that hissy snake, there was more than one hissy snake in our high school, but whatever. I prefer to keep them guessing because they do not really know me, they are only stabbing holes in the dark, they cannot really see anything else about that and neither can I. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school economics class, the time when Raymond announced that he was planning to become a millionaire by the age of 30. I never really heard how that worked out for him. It had something to do with that day's lessons about the stock market. We had to read the newspaper and look at the stock numbers printed there and charting how those change over time to understand about how that works. So that was Raymond's optimistic outlook on stock market investing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online that Carmen was planning to throw me to her Caribbean roots, a prospect that does not interest me in the slightest. Amazing the national honors bestowed on that sullen angry evil hissy snake. Why should I steal her opportunity to confront her own past and tell her own story? When she decides to someday say hello to me, that could be interesting, but anyway I am way past the point of caring about whether that would ever happen. Needless to say.

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Yes, that was sort of annoying when Randy Gay from church was calling me, I forget why, did he ask me to go on a date?, he was talking about his job at McDonald's and he was such a weirdly creepy boring guy with a weird Cajun accent. I probably never should have mentioned that phone call to my so-called friend Pam, because then later I never hear the end of that, even though not long afterward he was seen at an event with his new girlfriend, so that was the end of that conversation. But then again, if I do explain that I am NOT interested, that prevents any further confusion on this point.  

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Yes, I have perhaps noticed that maybe you are one of those Ohio people who live in an alternate universe, still fighting in the Toledo War as if that were still a thing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, that Raymond, in one of his oral reports during class, mentioned that for those interested in purchasing a title of nobility, apparently Malta is a great place to go to get one of those. So if you are going to Malta, that would be a good place for you to make arrangements for your ascent to the titled nobility as the Count of —, although it is probably more complicated than just buying something at the supermarket. I imagine that would it be more complicated than just joining the ranks of the wannabes. It might help to already be somebody important with vast riches and a massive castle for a family home. But anyway, most of us do not need to go to Malta just for a beach vacation. We have beaches already within 10-12 miles, so there is no need to travel just for that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that after I was transferred to the Fort Lauderdale office, trading places with Boaz, that I found that crazy probably-a-joke picture that he left behind, indicating probably that I do not need to worry about him ever returning. There would be no real connection. Needless to say. Obviously. That was a sort of a joke, albeit a sick joke, obviously. 

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Yes, it is somewhat disconcerting to find all of these New York people trying to attach themselves in a very rude way. Since when do I take orders from New York? Never.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I am currently in possession of a valid U.S. passport, not to mention driver license, so it would seem logical to assume that I am a citizen of the United States of America. But you insist on getting all your wrong information from those Russian KGB agents, so why am I wasting my time answering your stupid questions?

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Yes, I never did place any bet in the sports betting pool that was run by Jeff, who was another reporter at the office. Technically speaking, I do not think that he should be doing that, it is sort of distracting in the office when they are calling out for people to place their bets. 

However, it was Jeff who recommended a book titled The Weekly Journalist or something along those lines, some such title probably containing the word Weeklywhich I bought a copy of it and the book was really quite good at explaining the strategy of working for a weekly newspaper, in contrast to the dailies. I used to have a copy of that somewhere. 

But of course now that the cost of paper is out of sight, and everything is online already anyway, that book might not be as helpful as it once was.  But at that time, The Weekly Reporter was the game of work, because anyway weat least  tried to have our self-respect at work also in our way, even if sometimes there were obstacles that we could not overcome.   

 

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Yes, I am just as well happy to NOT be working in Boca Raton anymore, those people are crazy. So if you are a wealthy lawyer running for mayor, you can maybe hire or just recruit a glossy local magazine to lampoon your least favorite council woman, and everyone is speechless. I cannot write that way. I do not quite see how they get away with doing that. I would not want to have to add my two-bits to that pot pourri of ballerina illustrations. That had mostly nothing to do with me. Nobody write my stuff, they probably usee my work mostly to wrap fish or paper train the dog or something. 

Yes, how stupid can you be to mistake me for some Chainy ballet dancer? 

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Yes, I am actually NOT going to Malta, but it was interesting to learn of all these Maltese connections that I had no idea of and even so do not really matter all that much in the long run. Some of those people seem to think that the entire world should revolve around the Sicily-Malta complex, although I cannot really see why I should care about that. I do not think that they need me there to milk their cows or whatever.

It is interesting to note the existence of the Knights of Malta, but I imagine that there is nothing that I could add to the legend of the Holy Grail. I am sure that is complicated, but whatever. I personally have no reason to go there.

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Yes, I think that it would be quite interesting, come to think of it, to see the contents of Libby's head displayed in a box, because probably there are many things that I do not know about it, so why should I be the spokesperson for nothing much?

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Yes, that was sort of rude of Libby to report us to the teacher that way, as if we were doing something wrong, but anyway if you remember that Libby belongs to some weird cult, the Jehovah's Witness, it sort of makes sense that Libby's behavior is quite erratic and irrational, so we can only forgive her rotten attitude, even if we may not like her disinformation tactics. 

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Yes, that was very kind and hospitable of them to ask me what I wanted to drink, and so I said a Coca-Cola. Thanks. Nobody said anything about my having to pay for that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was saying that there is a crack in the Liberty Bell, but nobody should feel guilty about that. The crack happened more in the forging and not so much that anyone did anything later to make it crack. That is just how the Liberty Bell is, cracked.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my grandmother, whose name was Esther, had a special record of the book of Esther, narrated with all sorts of sound effects. However, I am not quite sure what that had to do with the fact of the odd strain in our family's genealogy, my Dad being nine percent Chechnyan according to the DNA test, whatever that meant. I never quite heard more about that. Maybe you could tell us, because I really do not know much about that.

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Yes, that was quite rude and impertinent of some people to try to force a premature discussion of what I would do about things that I might or might not inherit at some future point. You would think that there would be an appropriate time as per Ecclesiastes to kill such topic of conversation, to tell them to shut and go away because that is none of their business, but some of those people now are already dead anyway and others seem to be not really not in a position to say what are they getting at or hinting about. There is really nothing that I would need to discuss with them, as far as I can see or tell.

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Yes, it is a bit premature to say who would I hire, or where would I go, or what would I do with the money that I do not really have right at this moment. Speculation is not the same thing as money in the bank, obviously. I would rather have my parents here as long as possible than to speculate about inheritance matters. I only have right now, this time and place, and what happens later is not so clear. We cannot know what the future holds, as the song says, needless to say. We have to believe that God is in control anyway, so if sometimes things go wrong, hurricanes hit us or whatever, still we are fine somehow. 

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Yes, that was really quite amazing how our teacher, Mrs. Grace Richardson, a woman seemingly to us very old, maybe in her 50s, was able to stand on her head, a feat that she demonstrated for us during P.E. class and only Shannon was able to replicate the headstand. Most of us could not do that.

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Yes, I am vaguely reminded of the time when my Dad kicked the dog. He was trying to do some work and the dog was interfering. So the dog yelped and that was quite a scene.

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Yes, in an abundance of words there is no lack of sin, but you asked for words to fill in the blank spaces, so here are some words. Whether these words actually fit the real-life situation or not is a different question. My sister loves black cats and we named it Spooky but I could just as soon live without the black cat given that I have all of these allergies to cat hair and dust, my nose gets runny and my eyes red and itchy when I am around cats for an extended period of time.

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Yes, it is always horrifying and creepy to find some Chainy thing poking their noses into personal places where they do not belong. The only Chainy thing that I can remember from college was the ballet dancer Silla, from Central Florida, who  lived on a different floor and then married Susie Stewart's cousin, Loren Wyrick, a rather dull boring person of no interest to me. There was really nothing to say about them, if you really wanted to pause to think about that. I am quite certain that Susie has the scoop on their divorce story, so if you really wanted to know something you could always ask Susie, but she does not tell me everything, she only hints about these things, and maybe I am just as well NOT knowing the details of the personal business of those very dangerously powerful political persons upon whom I would rather not have to comment. It would be very dangerous for me to riff and improvise on this topic, especially when I know nothing. I am just saying. But, how is Silla related to the political Chainys? I never really heard that from them. There is just a lot of static online about them. 

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Yes, I do think that if you are going to arbitrarily assign to me the role of oil & gas millionairess who travels the globe and drops in at Manhattan with a bag full of global booty, as per the 1958 movie Autnie Mame, that such a role in a real-life context, in contrast to fiction, should include a check for the actual money that it would cost to actually do that, so until the money arrives there is nothing to do about that.

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Yes, I am not remembering who that was, years ago, who was threatening that they were going to teach white girls to speak Ebonics and live like welfare mothers. I forget who said that. I could just simply ignore that evil threat, after all they would not like to have that done to them so why are they not living by the golden rule which says to do unto others how you would have them do unto you, but then again it seems as if another million have taken up the chant, and it just becomes overwhelming to fend off all of these code hackers who think that $200 every three months represents enough to fund my grand lifestyle. You people are crazy.

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Yes, another interesting thing about doing some genealogical research is that one sometimes discovers relatives whose existence was previously unknown. Such as, for example, who knew that my Dad had a cousin named Nancy/ I certainly had no idea of the existence of this unknown person. And even so, what of that? Anyone with a subscription can churn through the same public records and find the same names listed on a family tree, and then what?

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Yes, that was interesting, when I was doing my genealogical research, to note that there is a possibility that Elizabeth was married at some point in her life, although I have never heard that story told of what happened and who is this unknown person attached to our tree via public records. Until I hear a story about them, there is no reason for me to say anything about them. There are so many things I don't know about them. It is almost like we are complete strangers. Unless of course I made a mistake in my research. That could be another explanation.

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Yes, I was terrible at acing, so what makes them imagine that I could ever succeed on the stage? 

During Miss Marken's 10th grade honors class especially, she sometimes would have various people perform role-playing skits. Some of my classmates were really very good at doing that, although don't ask me later who played what role in a skit. I completely forget such details, only that they were really quite good at performing on the classroom stage, such as it was improvised to be on a few occasions. I was only called on once to perform in such a skit and I was terrible at that, so that was a relief to not have to do that. 

But then again I performed in a high school musical my senior year and got some compliments for my recital of the lines and also sang two songs, so it helps for me not to have to invent the lines myself. 

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Yes, I am totally insulted that you would expect me to offer counseling services to this poor pathetic girl dealing with sexual abuse and rape, when obviously I am not possessed of a higher level degree in counseling and am not trained to deal with this type of situation. So obviously if I were to try to offer counseling services, I would be immediately dismissed as unqualified to do that. Besides which, there is always the danger of saying something they might not like or might be misunderstood, and there is no way to fix anything with these little chatterboxes. They never really listen to me anyway, so there is no reason to think that I could say anything that would be helpful in such a situation.

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Yes, I did leave after about a year, so why am I still getting messages from those lowlife idiot riff-raff people of Diamond Bar? Yuk! What is there to say to that man whose son raped Alana? I do not want to hear more details about that. Enough of those lowlife scum! I did leave.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year I was at Evangel College, one Sunday evening I was at a church there in Springfield, and the congregation was singing that song, "The Lion of Judah shall break every chain, and give to us the victory again and again." That song sounded so great, everyone was so enthusiastic. Amazing that I still remember that, but I am not sure why that song is not heard very much anymore. Nobody seems to be singing the older songs that are on a path to be forgotten. 

And then there is the problem of the devil being as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. So I am not sure if that would be another reason for not singing that song anymore.

But of course, when your team wins the ball game is seems perfectly normal to chime in with a simplified rendition of "We are the Champions," even if that is only a song for a moment in time, and then later, the next day or days ahead, there will be other games to win or lose, not necessarily ball games but other challenges and trials and tribulations, jobs to chip away at, home work assignments yet to find their stopping point.

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 Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, during maybe a study hall or something, overhearing something that Ronit was saying to Marion. I do not like having to repeat it, because anyway she was not talking to me, and I am not sure whether I heard that correctly, but anyway it was sort of interesting to hear her talking about how she belongs to the House of David, which was surprising to me because to me they were all Jewish people, but I suppose they do have some internal distinctions amongst themselves that I do not see from my distant vantage point, because she was saying that due to the recent nationhood of Israel, that puts pressure on them to merge with Israel to help build them up, and so she might have to marry some Israeli man who might not have quite the prestige of the House of David. So that sounded scary the way she was talking. I never really heard how that worked out for them, it was just an interesting thing to hear about.

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Yes, that is a good way to describe it, I was a small crack in the continuum. But I already explained this point years ago, so here goes again. I just happened to be sitting at a desk during study hall, within earshot when Marion and she were having some very deep heart-to-heart conversation about many things, and later they were probably wondering what did I remember about what I overheard, and the answer is actually not much. Just because I am a U.S. citizen, that does not make me an omniscient being capable of knowing what I really cannot possibly know, in contrast to Marion not being in the U.S. Never mind about some jokester's attempt to make some sort of joke about me. So I vaguely remember that she may have a unique perspective about something, but it is too late now for me to find or recover my scrambled brain waves on this topic.   

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Yes, that is so easy for them to say that we should pay the bill for their building of an orphanage to take care of all those orphans in Romania, because she went to Silicon Valley and made a vast fortune first, before she did that, or at least that is the way I heard that story. So it may seem easy for them to claim in their promotional materials that someone else paid the bill for that, when actually we had no role in whatever they did in Romania. We were never consulted in the first place and only heard a few facts now and then, so whatever. So why all this chatter about how I should be paying their bills? I never had much connection to Venezuela so I have no clue about their unusual arrangements and how that worked. I never worked for them, so I do not see what there would be to say about that. 

I never said that I would not be generous with my money,  that was someone else's premature assumption, assuming that I would ever got some money eventually, but anyway I am not going to volunteer to do some crazy thing without being given a chance to review what is this crazy thing that you are asking me to do?

It seems sort of weird that the immensely rich "Angel" would expect me to pay the bills for her luxurious lifestyle jetsetting to Eastern Europe on a whim. I just have no idea.  

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Yes, we are vaguely aware of the existence of our Israeli classmate, Ronit, who lives there now. She was also a white person studying Spanish literature in the same classroom as myself, so I suppose that I could ask why is this only an issue for me, and not for them also? But there never seems to be an appropriate time or context to discuss something with them, so life goes on. There is no time now to go back and pick up some pieces that were lost or fell off along the way. There is only time to plan for the future.

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Yes, interesting to watch how the vapid bimbo struts her stupid stuff on every runway in town. Why Terry, you worthless idiot, when are you going to learn to keep your stupid mouth shut?

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Yes, that was interesting to learn that they are such simple-minded hotel maids, they would simply sell their souls to make other people's beds. But in the present scheme of things, there are plenty of simple-minded illegals available to change the sheets at the Rocky Horror Hotel. There is no reason for me to trouble myself in regards to their nonsense.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was attending CBN, now called Regent, that for a short time I worked in the office of Dr. Carl Hunt, and part of my job was to compile a bibliography on the topic of leadership, which I did so compile as instructed as far as the short time allowed. So that was a nice job to have if you can get it. I was grateful to have that for a short time. But then I graduated and I completely forget what I did there for work, it did not seem like that much work. 

More recently we have learned of the existence of Carl Weaks, an Adventist publisher in China, who was from Tennessee. Ok, fine. No one is disputing the fact that there were Adventists in China at the same time as others of other denominations, and that Carl Weaks was involved in a publishing operation there of the Adventist variety. Ok, fine. 

I seriously doubt that Dr. Carl Hunt was ever an Adventist, so I am not seeing your point. 

I never had the slightest connection to the Adventists, other than attending their concert, so I am not seeing where they have any hooks to put in me.                                                                                               

That was a pathetic move by Cruz, who is stuck with an Adventist for a wife, Gwen, himself being a Catholic, so what would he know about Protestant missionaries in China in 1910? 

The Adventists should go away and stop bothering me. I respect that they are doing their jobs, but they have nothing worth mentioning to say about me. 

If they had a job for me to do, fine. However, I would need to review the actual job offer and salary points before saying whether I would accept that or not.   

Anyway, I am not stupid enough to go to the Adventists just for nothing, so you are just barking up the wrong tree.

 

 

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Yes, I really do not care what those guys say about that, when I am only 14 years old, maybe turning 15 years old soon or already, I forget when exactly, and I am only thinking of those guys, ages 12 and maybe 10, as brothers in the Lord. Why would they cringe when I say that? The alternative to being a brother in the Lord would be even less flattering to their egos, so they should be relieved to hear that I only think of them as brothers in the Lord, figuratively speaking, at most. So it seems quite logical that I would want to leave them in the "brother in the Lord" category. There is time enough for them later to find age-appropriate girlfriends for themselves eventually. But no, they wanted to star in Dawn's private drama, so that was sort of weird in my view. But whatever. Nobody wants to hear anything that I say about anything.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my parents at one time attended a retreat for missionaries, the special speaker being someone from my college, SCC, probably that would have been the college president Wayne Kraiss, and my parents told me that they heard there that some girl at our college had been raped by two guys, and I cannot imagine who those people would have been, probably no one that I would know, that was a few years after I was already gone so other generations came later, of people who I never met so I just have no idea how that could happen.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time during college, when Dauna suggested that we go over to the soccer field to watch some guys who were playing soccer at the time, so we walked over there, and after a while Jeff Campbell was standing nearby and what was there to say to such a vapid MK-Argentina? Does Argentina have no brain cells in their empty heads? Argentina just stands there and says nothing, and it just gets so boring that way. To me, the Chile alternative also adds up to nothing much. 

But anyway, I still have to finish my homework assignments.  

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Yes, I really cannot afford the accounting services of Bob Long, thanks anyway but I am doing my own thing now, so why am I still getting weird emails from Bob, otherwise called Bobby? 

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Yes, and there is also a possibility that you may be speaking that incomprehensible gibberish spoken by the Reese family. Maybe someday they will publish their dictionary so that we can all see what they are talking about, but until then, I really see no reason to comment.

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling to learn, how could that be possible, that they have mistaken me for Eugenia, who was working as our family's maid during the one year that we lived in Mexico when I was eight years old. So we have to try to be nice to these various people for diplomatic reasons, even when Eugenia did have an attitude problem. My parents bought her a Bible with her name engraved it so hopefully she read the Bible that they gave to her and worked on improving her attitude, because anyway she was only the hired help. She came to California to see us the year that we were on furlough when I was 12 years old, and then when we drove back through Mexico, returning to El Salvador, we dropped her off there in Mexico. She later came to see us in El Salvador on her return trip from Panama when I was in high school and so that was nice, having acquired the airs of a duchess or royalty. I forget what she said. We never saw her after that, but she got married and had a family so life goes on.

Coincidentally, Chavez is one of her surnames, Lopez being her other surname, but I do not imagine there would be anything of interest to say about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that those Arab people were livid after buying the land, and then learning that the mineral rights were not included. And where is the legal help when we may need someone to explain to those Arab people about the state of mineral rights law in Texas? If the mineral rights are severed from the land, well, tough luck. Just killing us will not solve that problem. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, we were talking about the problem of white slavery and about how those guys may need to be prosecuted for attempting to sell white girls into slavery, white girls who were not their property anyway to start with, they just think they can sell any white girl who happens to appear on the landscape, they don't care who you are. Yes, law enforcement really ought to do something about those guys. 

Even when I forgive them, I still may need to turn them over to the proper authorities for their eventual prosecution.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember watching "The Flying Nun" TV program in about 1970, so one could easily imagine that any Sally movie would be good, but then again maybe not. Apparently once they go on the big screen, they lose their minds and will just do anything for the money, and they do get a lot of money for doing that, but money is not everything. There might be other reasons for deciding NOT to be an actor or actress.

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Yes, quite mystifying how that Dolly is not ashamed to show her face in public after appearing in the most famous movie musical of unspeakable title, unspeakable plot, unspeakable origins. And yet somehow applause and riches are bestowed upon the star of that mess, in spit of such a most lackluster filmography. Oh, but I foegot, that was some other Dolly, not any Dolly that I ever met. 

So I suppose this teaches us the biblical lesson that sometimes the wicked Dolly prospers. 

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Yes, Oh, how interesting, Mr. Samuel Sokobin's wife was not of the Corcorans who founded the famous art gallery and school in Washington D.C. She was from Vallejo, California. As if I was ever aware of the Corcorans at all whatsoever, arts or no arts. Actually not. I had never heard of that school, until I saw something online. But, Ok, whatever. I try to never speak of people who might like to chop off my head on a whim. So, whatever.

So weird that you would expect me to be aware of the personal lives of some guy who stamped my great-grandfather's passport in 1917. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online more about Samuel Sokobin, although I cannot imagine why that should matter now. Sokobin was the man who signed my great-grandfather's passport application in 1917. Yes, how interesting. However, one can easily imagine that for Sokobin that was simply a matter of doing his job while serving as the American consul at Shanghai, in China. Yes, how interesting. Who can say what private communications were exchanged there between the American passport holder/applicant who was my great-grandfather and the American consul, beyond the usual pleasantries of official business? Ok, fine.

Therefore it is a bit weird for me to be hearing all of this stuff about Sokobin, such as the fact that his wife was an Irish woman, not so Jewish as her husband. Ok, fine. I cannot imagine what there would be to discuss with those people, notwithstanding the fact that probably the husband would have been receiving the paycheck for his duties as American consulate, not sure that I heard what Mrs. Sokobin did for a job if anything or what would be her opinion of political events there. Right. Ok, fine.

Yes, we often meet with these official people functioning in their various occupations and jobs in life, and who are we to say what the American consul said in Shanghai in 1917? I just have no idea of that. Maybe you could tell me why I should care about that, although I may reserve the right to digress later maybe, depending on what nonsense you are peddling. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my first year at SCC college, my roommate the first semester was Dolly, who announced without my having to ask that those pills of hers were prescribed by her doctor. Later someone kept asking me were those my pills mine, (Again, No those were not my pills.) and why did I not do something about that. But what was I to do? Was I supposed to argue with her doctor or her mother? What would that accomplish? And then later in the semester I might have heard the she went somewhere to renew her prescription, but I did not hear the details of that. By then we were not talking that much. And then at Thanksgiving break she was in a catastrophic car accident in which her foot was severed and had to be surgically reattached, so when she returned to campus for a short time, her leg was in a cast and she was finding it difficult to get around campus, and so she did not return for the second semester. 

Coincidentally, I heard that Dolly was related to Pastor Max and Ophelia and that they seem to feel responsible for being her avenger and perpetuating her point of view, even though I cannot imagine what there would be to say about that.

Coincidentally, I do not suppose there would be any connection to the fact that while we were living in El Salvador, my aunt (on my mother's side) would often send us packages filled with pills, vitamin pills: Vitamin E, Vitamin B, etc. and other vitamins newly available in transparent gel pills that were not available down there. So that was nice of her to do that for us. But I do not suppose there would be any connection to Dolly's pills.  

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Yes, those Swedish guys were always such prickly pears, I was never really all that interested in Tim or Terry, whoever that was, so even less interested would I be in their protege. I noticed them trying to sneak out the back door and leave me stuck with that piece of junk. Anyway, I have every right to drop those three guys off my list of contenders. I do not want to hear another word about those idiots. They have nothing to say to me. I make my own decisions separately from Tim or Terry, so their opinions just don't matter for anything.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that she was telling me that she is so proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, even singing that popular song, even though I cannot imagine why that would be. There is one strain of thought being that an Okie is merely a native of the state of Oklahoma, in contrast to the state of Texas. However, there are other theories even less flattering to the pathetic Okie, but I do not want to give people a complex. The future should ignore the idiotic rantings about the "Grapes of Wrath."

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Yes, I am vaguely aware that they are Okies, and my mother's family being from Texas, we would take pains to differentiate ourselves from those Okies. I am not sure what all is behind that, but anyway we have no place for the clueless "Grapes of Wrath" book in our personal library, notwithstanding its Nobel laureates. Sometimes people forget that fiction is only fictional, not a story resembling any actual person dead or living.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school that Joan was talking quite loudly in class about her ambitions to become an FBI agent, but I never really heard whether that ever happened, and how would you know if she is not really an undercover agent after all? I just don't know. I never wanted to own a gun but anyway I cannot tell other people what to do.

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Yes, I am completely forgetting who was that white girl who said that she was a backup singer with Motown and she had already recorded her own album before arriving at college? I completely forget who she was, only heard them talking about her.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online that someone might be distantly related to John Wilkes-Booth, the stage actor who shot President Lincoln in a crowded theater. He might have had a better chance of escaping if he had not broken his leg on his way out the door and then had to consult a doctor for that, and of course that is a long story, how they tracked him down. But anyway, doesn't the Bible say that the son should not have to pay for the crimes of the father? So why should that matter now?
And then there are those who are trying to kill the memory of President Andrew Jackson, even though I thought I heard online that my cousin had married a Jackson, a white Jackson, not a black Jackson. We are white people so we don't really have that much use for the Motown version of that.

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Yes, wouldn't that be nice, if the State Department were to finally release their top secret classified report and/or movie about whatever happened in Shanghai in about 1916, so that we can all finally get a clue as to what all these uptight people are so defensive about. Huh? The more they blither, the less sympathy there is for whatever their problem was. I will be happy to wait and see what really happened eventually. I really do not need their serious attitude problem that much. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember at Evangel that I had occasion to go to the grocery store with some people, bought a bottle of fruit juice and returned to the dorm holding a bag containing obviously a bottle. What else would it be, if not a carton? Someone in the dorm said that she thought that it looked bad that I was holding a bagged bottle, she thinking that some might assume that it was of the spiritous variety. Then I had to explain about fruit juice, and blah blah blah. So insulting that she would think such a low thought of me. Gets tiresome to have to explain nothing of importance.

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 Yes, what was the name of that guy we saw at the grocery store? I completely forget.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my senior year of college I had a car, and one day Tana wanted to go to Hollywood to see about submitting her photo and application to a talent agency there. I did not want to go with her, but I loaned her my car and she was gone all day, and in the late afternoon or evening she returned with my car keys. I never really heard how that worked for her. She might have taken someone with her but I am not remembering who that would have been.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while working at SFNN, my boss Steve wanted me to call people for an interview and immediately ask the most controversial question, so that I would assume these people could immediately hang up the phone and refuse to take my calls in future, thus to burn my sources and make myself a persona non grata, unable to function in the job thanks to your lousy advice.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that in maybe 1993, while my job was to cover Boca Raton politics, I remember that the town gadfly was talking to me about his resume, which included being shot at by enemy guns over Vietnam, and also he had some involvement in the Conch Republic which I completely forget. But that is a long running joke that has been going on down there for many years, not really a new thing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading on the Internet something about that African tribe which is a polygamous society, and it says that the men have several wives, and each wife has her own house where she lives with her own children. So I suppose, by some twisted logic, that means that the Old Maid, assuming there were any in such a society, would have no house of her own, because she has no husband to make such arrangements for her. So, Ok, fine. I do not like to be forced to think that much about Mormons and other such polygamous societies. I do not want their sickness. They will never be able to live without the clear conscience that we may have. 

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Yes, I can easily suppose that if I were a space-walking astronaut, that I might want to make sure that my lifeline remains connected to Houston control center, even when I have no idea of the private domestic arrangements and Indian affairs of Sam Houston, or for that matter the radar technicians on the ground in their off-hours, or whatever technology might be required to actually do that. Needless to say.  

But, of course, at the moment I am not a space-walking astronaut so there is no reason for me to think about that.

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Yes, and if I were working for a newspaper, and my boss told me to go interview some important person for a story, would there be some reason for me not to do that, to suddenly refuse to do the routine things that are part of the job and hierarchical structure of the office? It just did not matter that much at the time. It was just a job anyway, even if my supervisor was Mr. Houston, which name upon reviewing the family history book, makes me wonder if he were somehow related to Sam Houston, the Texas governor who was not on particularly friendly terms with my great-great-grandfather, a newspaper editor in Texas in the mid-19th century. But whatever. I am not very close to that part of family history, I only read something in a book. Maybe George wanted to stir up some archival controversy, but it really was not that important that I should to go there and rifle through the Texas state archives looking for who knows what piece of whatever. 

Yes, I heard George online yapping about the rhetoric of the 19th century newspaper man, but anyway, whatever, this is the 21st century and George is dead now, so it just was not that important. 

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Yes, I do not like the way Sherry was throwing my name around back there, as if we were ever acquainted. Well, does junior high camp at age 12 count for anything? Not much, it would seem. I heard online that she was boasting of having snatched away the Kauffman, as if I ever knew those people existed until years later. So whatever. There seems to be an imaginary Candi who existed only in the sick imagination of Sherry.

That was nice of North Central to give Sherry a second chance, after she was expelled from our college. 

Even so, I have no need of her insider knowledge of PTL, acquired from being a North Central alumni. What I read in newspapers or saw on TV is enough for me to steer clear of that. Why does Sherry want to drag me into all of her problems? She seems to have fallen off my acquaintance list long ago.

There was a time when I was having to explain over and over again that I never had any connection to PTL, that I never went to Charlotte, North Carolina, that I have no special knowledge of that, blah blah blah! Ditto to Baton Rouge. Blah blah blah!

 

 

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Yes, interesting to see how he chews on that fracking bone that I threw out the window. Makes you wonder if he will just knee-jerk contradict whatever I say, whatever I might say being of no importance other than to be contradicted automatically. What an idiot! Has he no ability to actually think through any of these complicated issues? Why should I waste my breath on that machinery? 

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Yes, there is a question, for what would I need the filthy dirty money of the wicked Shcmiffle family? Why has no one yet charged the Schmiffle family with harassment and abuse?

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Yes, personally, I would prefer the Ruffles potato chip brand, whenever I would enjoy a snack of chips and dip. I see no reason to take from that other Riff-Raff, whoever those people are was not very clear. Nobody I would remember. I tend to get very annoyed when people tell me what I am thinking, especially when actually not. That might have been the farthest thing from my mind, but anyway, if I were to become a criminal prosecutor then I would have to think about Crime and Punishment all of the time, and what a gloomy and depressing life that would be, yet another book that I never actually read.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online that Kathy felt like she was bullied during high school. If so, probably by someone else not me, maybe her best friend Cruz. I felt that she was bullying me, not the other way around, so I cannot imagine what she would have been talking about.

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Yes, how is it that people have not yet learned to ignore or at least not to take so seriously the chatterings of Dauna and Terry. They may find it more and more difficult to gather new information for their cases, now that everyone is onto their back-stabbing tricks and trying to avoid them. Amazing how some impudent persons never seem to get arrested for talking about attempted slave trading, but whatever. Do we have to wait until they set up an actual slave market before some laws can be enacted to make them shut up. Nothing to see there. It is just all in their heads. Needless to say.

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Yes, interesting that we have no connection whatsoever to the Seventh Day Adventists, whom we tend to think are not really Christians as we would define it, and yet during my first year at SCC, our choir director took us to see a concert of a visiting choir at a nearby Adventist church, and the concert was a lovely Christmas concert full of carols and Christmas songs, so I really cannot say anything about that, even though I would never attend an Adventist church. Someone was trying to stir up some discussion on this point, but I really do not see why you would want to coerce me into going to the Adventist cult. I just do not see the point of all this drama.

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Yes, if only I had taken my advanced degree in linguistics, then I might be much better equipped to sort through all of these languages and dialects and other linguistical issues, thus to maybe understand or be on the right road to understanding what are they talking about. Yes, I agree that linguistics would be an interesting field of study for future reference. I think that I would need at least a Ph.D. to be worthy of speaking on such a topic with any modicum of authority. Then I would be almost overqualified, not merely a self-taught jumble, to say something about that. But as matters stand, I would not consider myself an authority able to pontificate on these obscure points of dialogue than I had not foreseen.    

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a time during high school when Carmen was voted class president, and Patricia Cruz tried to stage a coup at the elections but somehow not enough people joined her cause, or was that Kathy's cause, or was Kathy trying to help Cruz, I forget this type of detail, I just didn't care that much about class elections. So that makes me wonder, are they trying to punish me for not joining the Cruz coup or am I being attacked by Carmen, as if I should belong eternally to her cadre of clueless barefoot nuns of the Carmelite order? I am confused about that. Clearly, whoever concocted this mess is a stranger who has no place in my life. I am so glad to be free and/or rid of the miseries of high school, wherever that high school was located is not the point. High school has its place in the past, but then it recedes into the rear-view mirror and does not deserve that much attention later. 

I think that I have reached a point where I can easily self-isolate without so me obnoxious people looking over my shoulder. I will be just fine without them, either one of them. 

I heard online maybe Cruz saying that she wants to carry on her Banana Republic agenda here in the U.S., which may seem a scary thought, whatever that meant.

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Yes, that puts me in an interesting dilemma, given that Lee is my mother's dear friend, who does things over my head. How would I legally go about undoing their nonsense, given that murder is not a feasible and/or legal option?

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing people yapping about some mysterious "lot," located possibly somewhere in Ohio, or is it in California? I could not care less about your silly "lot." What is wrong with those "lot" idiots?

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Yes, it has occurred to me that some persons might not be aware that the email address on my Facebook account is the same as that for Paypal. So theoretically speaking you could send money donations directly to candicalkins@mac.com, if you want to, although I am not set up as a 501c3 nonprofit so cannot offer any tax benefits for doing so. Get thee to a nunnery, says Cuban weirdo, but that would seem merely a deceit when I was raised a Protestant. The Old Maid card does not work that way in Protestandom. It is not like you have to donate to my mysterious cause, but it does seem so unfair that I would have to spend decades reeducating people who do not speak the Chilean dialect, when I do not know anything about that myself.