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Yes, I vaguely remember that during eighth grade one of the novels that Mrs. Richardson read aloud to us, during the half-hour time allotted after lunch, was about some Jewish people from Eastern Europe. The heroine was the maid whose job was to meticulously polish the marble stairs every day. Later she escapes to the United States where she meets some other people who convert to Christianity and they all live happily ever after in Canada. I forget what the book title was, I noticed it somewhere years ago but forgot again, do not remember who they were.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Yamaha is a brand of musical instrument, whereas Yasushi T. was our Japanese classmate who during his report in Miss Marken's English class presented his uniquely Japanese perspective on the atomic bombings of Japan during World War II, although probably he is not alone in having mixed feelings about us nuking thousands of people at one blast. But it was apparently the only way to stop the war speedily, so we Americans tend to believe that the military knows what their strategy is even when the rest of us people are just out of the loop. 

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Yes, it sort of boggles the mind that Steve would have the nerve to try to make something out of nothing, but I do not want to say something that might encourage further nonsense. Better to let that wind down than to suddenly wake up and find oneself on the opposite side of the fence from where I was supposed to be.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I wrote maybe a couple of stories introductory to the Grace Report, and then I was transferred to another office, and reassigned to a different paper, so I really do not remember what happened after that. Other reporters were assigned to continue that story, so you would have to ask them for any other details about that.

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Yes, I am sorry that I did not feed the maid a piece of the delicious cake that I had baked, or else my Mom baked, my Mom sometimes baked cakes, too. It was not that I could not afford to give her a piece of cake. I was not even thinking about that. Sorry. I cannot go back and fix that problem now. And they do such an amazing job of painting themselves as martyrs.

Nor can I erase the clues of aggressive predatory behavior. I am not really that fond of her. I would try to be nice if I had to, but anyway someday things will take a postmodern turn and then we will see the flip side of that.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember iu high school study hall, one day Kathy was mocking my "rabbit ears," as if I were not supposed to be overhearing whatever I was hearing. And should I apologize for having "ears to hear." Thank you Lord for giving me ears to hear. No, there was no reason to apologize for happening to hear that, although I forget now what I was not supposed to hear. I only remember the peculiar reference to "rabbit ears." And also, what would Kathy know about the "rabbit ears" of second grade? No, that would be too ridiculous to imagine that Kathy would know anything about the Thanksgiving drama of second grade. It seems logical to suppose that the reference to "rabbit ears" was a mere coincidence.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I went into journalism, that I changed my registration to Independent because, well, anyway, propagandizing was not my idea of good journalism, and also what did parties ever do for me? When did it become my job to babysit Kathy's friends from high school? They just sit over there mocking me and taunting me for some reason, I really have no idea what their problem is. Anyway, study hall is a time for doing homework.

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Yes, I tend to imagine that I myself am not the only person who ever did something and then regretted it forever. So?

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Yes, it is as if I were back in high school study hall, sitting at my desk trying to concentrate on doing my homework, maybe one less book to carry home tonight on the bus, (that's why it is called study hall, right?) while Kathy and her five socialite friends — what were their names, I had forgotten about them — are sitting over there chatting and painting their fingernails. Blah blah blah. Forget high school. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was browsing through a used bookstore near here, maybe a half hour to the north, that I noticed on the shelves 8 or more volume set on the history of Freemasonry. Leafing through one of those volumes, the text seemed very dense, two columns in rather small type, and all about some obscured point of their procedures or beliefs. Yes, I really see no need to clutter my house with those heavy books when anyway all you have to do now is to browse Google Books to see there is no scarcity of books on the intricacies of Freemasonry, if that is all you want. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was at college, spending some time reading in the Encyclopedia of Religions about some religions to which I do not belong, but some of them are really quite elaborate in terms of their ceremonial requirements. 2 Peter 1:1-3.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was talking about the nun who taught a class at our high school. I really don't remember the nun so have no idea what would there be to say about that, given that I am not a Roman Catholic so my opinion really would not matter to them anyway.

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Yes, I suppose that there would be a certain type of person who would automatically loathe the Doge program, as we saw with the Grace Report, and how Rick was having some sort of emotional difficulty due to the way that his brain is wired, unlike most people who were sort of indifferent to the matter. Most of us are content to let the lawyers decide what is legal or not about that, because I really have no idea. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was asking me whether I had seen the movie, "Cheaper by the Dozen," and something about the Gilbreth family who had so many children, it was a good thing they were experts in time management and efficiency. And also you referenced the movie, "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang," a movie about a car, which starred that Hollywood actor who moved to San Diego. Yes, I might have seen the first mentioned movie on TV, I was not sure about the second, I really don't see how that has anything to do with me. I cannot make your fictional masterpiece happen of my own accord, even if had wanted that to happen, which actually I don't care. Your lousy screenplay does nothing to finance the lavish lifestyle assigned to me.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was still at high school, and working on the high school newspaper, there was a column in the newspaper about the college plans of various persons. My note was in there also, announcing my plans to go "in" to Evangel College, which is almost the only thing that I said about that, so probably the only piece of information that exists in your empty head that you could possibly remember about that, given that everything you need to know you already learned in high school, and I can easily see that you being a mindless clone of so-and-so, there is really no reason for me to elaborate on that plan now. There were some nice Evangel people, but also some who were threatening to ruin my life, so that plan was destroyed and I moved on to something else. 

Can you imagine if I were to write a book, what they would do to that? No. v

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Yes, I vaguely remember, as I have said before, that Patricia Cruz, who sits to the left of me in Miss Marken's English class, might have liked to have herself elected class president, but that never happened. Carmen, who sits to right of me in Miss Marken's English class, was elected as our class president that year. And wasn't Kathy one of Patricia's allies in her bid to take over the election? I really was not paying attention to what was going on with the political aspects of that. 

Years later, suddenly this Teen Challenge guy Nicky Cruz was telling me about his distant cousin, or else Ted Cruz's wife Gwen was saying that I needed to do something about his presidential bid, I was not sure how that happened. There were suddenly talking to me as if I were Kathy, when actually that was probably Kathy who was promoting Cruz, although I really do not remember anything. Nobody was telling me anything about that. I was not paying that much attention to the idea of elections.  I suppose that you could learn some other interesting things by getting yourself elected, but I was happy enough to bake a cake for the bake sale, which sold out. All I got back was the empty pan. That was my only contribution to class politics during high school.     

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year I was at Evangel, Rhonda Hurd and I were in Jan Chance's room in the dorms, and we were playing a board game, and I made some move that seemed too good to them, so they were accusing me of cheating, and I had to show them in the rules how I can do that. So that was sort of a problem, because that was how they were, they get all wound up screaming and accusing me of stuff when they should already know what the rules are and what I can or cannot do without cheating. We were not on the same page. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Becky Nolin, who lived on the opposite end of my dorm floor the year that I was at Evangel. Becky said that she had lived in Malaysia during her childhood. Becky was close friends with Kenton. I noticed later that they had both married other people so it would seem that their relationship during college had not blossomed into marriage. That is about all that I can say about that. One evening some girls, including myself and Becky, went to the Student Union building and saw Kenton and some other guys sitting around a table playing a board game, I think that Becky said the game was called RISK, but we did not choose to intrude on their guy thing. I often played board games growing up — Monopoly, Clue, etc. — but RISK was not in my repertoire. I have not had occasion to read the rules of how that works.  At the Student Union they were selling the best milkshakes ever, which was our reason for going there. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a Kit person from Malaysia but he lives here in the U.S., although we have not seen him for a long time. He is probably busy doing other things now at his other places that do not involve us so I have not heard any reason to be worried about that.  

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Yes, back in the days when I was working as a reporter, there were times when people would call just to talk to a reporter I guess, and to feel my ear with various tidbits that may or may not lead to a story. But then after I am gone from the job, I am not really expecting to see them appear in another context, which happened to me, a bit jarring. What was her name? She is very talkative, very friendly, but if I am not working in Miami anymore I really don't need that now. I don't want to seem unfriendly about not calling for more of that, but anyway I need to move on from that.

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Yes, I suppose that scripting demands that I say something about my lack of membership in the National Honor Society. How can it be that a person who is not a U.S. citizen can excel in the National Honor Society while a U.S. citizen did not even know that existed until viewing the yearbook photos of the special honors bestowed upon them? Ok, fine, whatever. Won't I just look like a complete idiot for even daring to comment on this topic? Blah blah blah! But what would a stupid white girl know about such things? 

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Yes, Hmmm, who are you channeling today? Bruce Bell or Steve Mock, who was my sister/s ex-boyfriend? Both of them may have San Diego associations, which anyway is not that helpful to my interests that I would care that much about reconnecting to that. I am not in a position to deliver the requisite brain surgery those guys would be due for if I were in command, so I am just going to let them go. It is easier to just forget about them.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I get that I am being set up to have my brains punched out, I am not as gullible about those tricks as formerly, but anyway, if life gives you lemons, as they say, make lemonade.

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Yes, I vaguely remember leaving the college dorm one morning and encountering a chaotic scene. Overnight some persons had perpetrated the used car lot prank, and almost every car in the parking lot had slogans painted on windows and other decor. And nobody had notified me of the pending event beforehand so it was not like I was providing "cover" for that. I only learned about that after the fact, and they were my friends, even my sister was involved, as I learned later. Apparently that prank angered some persons who had to wash their cars before going to work late. But that is the nature of the prank, wherein the pranksters vent their anger and assert their dominance, angering mostly the persons who own cars, whereas persons such as myself who do not own cars are mostly unaffected by the chaos. I probably do not know of half the pranks my sister pulled. I probably don't even know what you are talking about. 

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Yes, I am often prompted to comment on the time when my sister and I were in a stairwell, descending, and my sister says to me something about how that girl is so unfeminine, and I was appalled that she would say that out loud, and made no reply, because, for one thing, in stairwells the sound echoes all over the place and that girl who was only a few steps below us might have heard that and her feeling shurt, although she did not visibly react, and also, some people just have no choice, living in this physical world, about being overweight and clunky, and wearing tacky shoes, even though they might be a nice person and have some interesting things to say that we could all learn from. You really should not write people off so quickly upon one slight impression of their appearance.

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Yes, Oh, Hi Sandy! I had completely forgotten about her, but I think that I did take notice a couple of times that she was living on the west coast of Florida. However, as I rarely ever go to west Florida, it completely went out of my mind that she was there. Sandy was at our college in California, living on the 2nd floor mostly, but now she lives in Florida with her family and friends. There was a book detailing the whereabouts of the alumni throughout the country, but anyway life happens and then we forget about all these people who are now living so scattered everywhere upon the map. She once visited us here in Florida, but we lived down in Miami at that time.

Sandy has a progressive disease, although different than the disease that Dawn has, which Susie told me about, (muscular dystrophy vs. multiple sclerosis?) but I forget who has which disease. Susie visited Dawn years ago in Washington but I have not heard anything recent about them. 

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Yes, there are some things that I don't quite see from where I am sitting, such as, for example, why does Jessica (Roberts) think that she.is related to Pam Roberts? How does Pam Roberts think that she is related to the Oral Roberts family, perhaps only because her last name is Roberts? So what? And if Pam was fired for said double booking, meaning that from her desk in the accounting office she might have been feeding private company financial information to the outside world, what about that? Did you imagine that I was privy to insider information about how that came around to bite her in the butt? No, I only know what my Mom said about that, nothing more. You could always ask my Mom. She might know something more about that than what she told me, but I really don't need that anyway.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember telling this story to Pam, about the time when I was asleep at night, and I had a dream that something was crawling up and down all over my legs, and then suddenly I realized that it was not a dream, and I got up and flipped on the light switch, and saw that there was a cockroach in my bed. Yuk!

And then there was the time when we were gone water skiing with Pam and Craig, and two other people, Vic and Linda Lestarjet. And that was my first experience of learning how to water ski. And during that time, Linda suddenly, unprompted, began to explain to us some things that she had learned in her advertising class in college, about the use of phallic symbolism in advertising.  It is a subliminal thing, she was saying, indicated by the use of various symbols that may require deep analysis to actually see. So yes, that could be true. Maybe. There could be much subliminal gunk in the back of our brains of which I am not conscious, or may be suppressed from consciousness long ago, but anyway, if I were conscious of that would I need to say something about that? No, probably not. Or if I could remember something, would I not have already said something about that years ago? I am not saying that was true or not true, but do we have to talk about this at parties? Was I supposed to give these people a prize for being such conversational bores? Is that all you can think about, you primitive jungle critters? 

Faith is the evidence of not seen, so hopefully there is a brighter future ahead for me, liberated from the wretched scum of high school. I feel sort of bad about not being able to witness to them, but they were so unspeakably disgusting. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I once had, or maybe still have, I am not sure, a tennis racket of the Wilson brand. Also I had a tall can containing three tennis balls, each emblazoned with the name of Wilson. However, it has been many years since I last played tennis, don't know when I would ever do that again. There are other brands probably, but the Wilson tennis balls was all that I got.

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Yes, I do hope you were not expecting me to comment on the Wilsons. I have, or at least used to have a tennis racket with that name emblazoned on it, but beyond that I really do not know all that much about them or how they are interrlated. We hard not heard that they were so highly political until later.  

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Yes, well, we cannot go back now and rewrite history the way things should have been done, how we should have done things otherwise but didn't. We can only try to do a better job going forward for the benefit of all, or at least agree on a plan to that effect. But I digress.

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Yes, to be or not to be. To AB or not to AB. The plan never seems to explain what I am to do with the A half of me, while focusing only on produce all of these half Bs, because after all I am only half a B and half an A, so I never really fit into the plan that was not meant for me in the first place. 

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Yes, those guys during college were so funny, such as, for example, Dave and Marty among others. However, after a while you start to notice that they are getting angrier and angrier and saying more and more outrageous things and even insulting people. And that is how I figured out that funny guys are best left behind at the schoolyard because there are other serious things that cannot be discussed with them.

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Yes, I do think that I noticed a slight resemblance to a conversation of years ago with someone I seem to have forgotten. Oh well. So many words. could fill a book of nonsense, but why bother?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working in Haines City, one day a black guy called on the phone and was telling me about some alleged KKK event that may have occurred, he was under the impression that it happened maybe two weeks earlier or longer, but he would not give his name, would not talk to the police, there was nothing in the police reports, and no other names of persons to verify the story, only his impression that masked men had staged some event in the night hours. And so given that there were no facts to speak of, it did not seem a matter that rose to the level of something for me to write about. If there were a dead body, would not that appear in police reports? Many things happen under the radar that do not appear in the newspaper. Bad things happen. And people often call newspaper offices to fill someone's ears with various opinions and unverified impressions that do not quite make it into print.  

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Yes, perhaps you might have been happy to see Patty Cruz elected as our class president, but that never happened. There was some flap about the voting, but anyway, instead we are stuck with Carmen, who sneers disdainfully at her Caribbean roots, even though I gather from that that she actually had more Caribbean in her past than she is willing to admit. As if I should be stuck in hell with her Caribbean discards while she revels in her newfound U.S. citizenship. So? And how is that my problem? 

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Yes, I heard online something about how they are the whales who are into deep dive swimming out in the high seas and/or open ocean, so that might have had something to do with that. But I never really hear that firsthand so I would only be guessing.

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Yes, there was something weird about that, when I was maybe 11, or was I 13 years old, and the doctor wanted to check whether on my growth and development, and what are you going to do when the doctor tells you to disrobe? A good idea is to just never go back there later and find another pediatrician, thanks Mom. 

In contrast, I always thought that she was a silly twit, and then when I saw her advertising her butt on Twitter, my previous opinion was confirmed, but I did not want to start a war about that, so have a nice life. I try to not start something else.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was living in Central Florida, while rummaging through some old newspapers there in Haines City, I ran across some interesting references to William Jennings Bryan, a famous personage who was a frequent visitor to that area. Apparently he was there at some event in the 1920s speaking to his friends and supporters, so that was interesting. But I did not research into the Scopes Trials, for which his participation is well-known. I feel that my knowledge of science is as yet somewhat incomplete, so I will leave it to the scientists to sort out all of this new information that is continually being found and uncovered.

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Yes, there is no way that I am going outside of my house at 3 a.m. to play the role of cranky neighbor and tell you to cut down the wild party noise. The police can explain to you what are the noise laws more easily than I can and with a better level of authority. And that wasn't the first wild party.

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Yes, coincidentally, my Dad had a cousin named Dorothy, but she died in 1989, so there really is no connection to that other stuff. No connection to your storybook characters. Sorry.

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Yes, there was a time years ago, back in the 1980s, when Keith Green's music was so popular, and then he went to Texas and built himself an apocalyptic commune, and then there was the plane crash. So sad. The last time I tried to listen to his music, it seemed a little bit stale, same whiny complaints from that backlighted soundboard guy, same noodling anecdotes from the Kolbrin book, but that is what happens later. The food is fresh at the time, and then later other things happen, and something fresh and new is wanted by another generation, old truths repackaged in another way. Enough of that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that my great-grandmother's maiden name was Levines, or alternately Levins. There are various theories about that. Is that French for "the vines"? Or is that a truncated version of "Levites," a theory that fails to win the anagrams trophy. But what would I know about that? My relatives might know some other things that I never really heard. They were mostly Irish Canadians. 

Yes, I suppose that if I were living in NYC I might have occasion to use the subway now and then, but I live in a place where I would need that so much.  

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Yes, why am I getting all of these emails from someone purporting to be Johnson & Johnson? I think that they should stick to their trademark drug dealings. If I were to need an aspirin, I don't really check to see which brand it might be, but when you need an aspirin it is good to know that someone is selling aspirin.

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Yes, or else it would have been Scrabble, that would have been another game they might have been playing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that, while reading the diaries of great-grandmother, I noticed an entry that describes a game whose players were my great-grandmother, my aunt Anita, my cousin Vanessa, and Eugnia, who was our former maid when we lived in Mexico 3-4 years earlier, and she had come to California to visit us. I was not there at the time so I really would not know what conversation took place there. All I can imagine is that they were probably playing anagrams. My great-grandmother was known to be a wiz at anagrams.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Calvin was much younger than other college students, but I thought that he was maybe 16 years old. I do not remember anything about a 13-year-old.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time when I went to a concert with what-was-her-name, and Bob Bennett was the performer, and he wrote that song, "Still Rolls the Stone." She ridiculed his songs and thought that made no sense at all, but I disagreed. I thought that it was a metaphorical sense, but try to explain to her what is a metaphor. What is a similete. Such a waste of time to try to talk to their stupid people. 

Never again will I discuss my few poems with them, because anyway, it was only a poem.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, if your client really wanted to "help," maybe he could just write me a check for the full amount instead of trying to work through a middle man who doesn't really care about my interests and what would really work best for me. But of course that would involve trusting me to use the money the way that I see fit, in which ase, anyway, I am not necessarily against the idea of traveling and living overseas, but also there would have to be a real reason for doing that. Many things are possible but not all things are expedient or the most convenient thing to do at this particular moment, as the Good Book says. 

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Yes, I would only be guessing if I thought that maybe you are maybe trying to connect through Charlene Foursquare. I never really heard what happened to her later, how did her life happen, I only seem to be hearing online threats about how she hates my guts and wants to make my life miserable. And that is how she would thank us for going over there at night to drag her out of that wild party. Yes, probably her parents asked us to do that. Hmmm.....  But of course Charlene was not attending our high school that I ever heard of, so those people probably never heard of Charlene, who lived not far from us and was often at our house visiting my sister. 

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Yes, why are these people still hovering about, saying stuff online, as if I would need to say something about them? My policy is to never hold onto anyone, why should I claim the responsibility of their souls? I would not be able to handle such a huge responsibility, needless to say. Obviously. Sometimes God just grants us enough grace to get from one place to another and that is all there is.

Well, I should express a certain measure of gratitude for the various blessings of work and employment and the benefits thereof. Did I not meet some very nice people during the two and a half years that I lieved in Haines City? But of course that was 32 years ago now, so there is much water under the bridge now.  

I happen to be a person who feels a certain amount of "Blessed Assurance" in terms of who I am, and who they are is not really of that much concern to me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were telling me something about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but I forget what was your draft, what specificially were you trying to say about that. Sometimes one may read the famous story on surface level and that is interesting enough, although I probably saw a movie version of that before ever reading the story, being a creature of the late 20th century. But there may be other meanings to that which there might not be time enough in all of history to explore, so I do not see what else I would need to add to that. Oh, and there was a reference to Hyde or the Heidi Hide, but I did not see how that connects. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school reading a novel by Eugenia Price, a historical romance novel that tells something about Saint Simons Island in Georgia. Some of her novels are also set in Savannah, Georgia, as well as other islands along the Atlantic coast. Yes, probably not quite the moneyed islands of South Carolina, but whatever. We never had much thought of South Carolina, so why should they be shooting at me from South Carolina? Yes, that was weird that Stacy was talking about that novel, as if she had some way of knowing that I had read that. Since when did I ever share my high school reading list with those Porto Rican people? Probably never, but I can't remember everything. Yes, people seem so nice in books. She gives her friend a beautiful crystal bird as a gift. So nice. But anyway, in real life people give these gifts to other people, not to me. Ok, fine. I do not really need a crystal bird anyway. I will be just fine without that stuff. I will be just fine without your Puerto Rican garbage. Anyway, it was only a book, a fiction book.    

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Yes, we tried feeling sorry for him, and got no thanks for what cannot be repaired later anyway, so never again will we try that.

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Yes, if I had done something wrong, perhaps I should fear and tremble at the raving pronouncements of this Kangaroo Court TV Judge who is not really seem to be representing anyone whose opinion matters, only her own invalid selfish desire for self-aggrandizement, as if I should care about that. 

Just because your name is Roberts, that does not entitle you to freely and randomly beat on poor people such as myself, rampaging aimlessly for years on end, especially when there is no evidence of you being related to Oral Roberts, so who cares? You are just some dreary vineyard people who have nothing worth mentioning. I never had the slightest connection to the Roberts machine and hope to steer clear of them.  

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Yes, I do not seem to have the power to prevent this evil wicked Max from trying to insert unwanted words into my mouth. I used to wonder how did I say such a bad word when I thought that I was only saying mountain "peak," I used to think that was my mistake somehow, that maybe I have some weird uncontrollable glitch in my brain, but I have since learned that something else was happening. It almost worked, their effort to degrade me entirely, but I do seem to have some sort of guardian angel helping me with that.  

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Yes, in a way it is sad to throw Max out on his ear, but anyway, enough of that nonsense.

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 Yes, I vaguely remember that, after returning from California this last time, I seemed to be hearing online commentaries from someone who seemed to be the wife of Rich Warmonger, someone from Tulare?, although who knows what these demons really are, they may pretend to be someone while actually being someone else baiting for more information that I really don't have. She seems to think that I have some special thing that can help her husband win the election for president, but president of what? President of the district, of the college, of the denomination? And maybe if I just continue to ignore this, it will just evaporate eventually and I will forget how I heard that. She seems to think he needs more white people to support his presidential bid, but I would just be faking if I pretended to be an acquaintance of his during college. Wasn't he in thick with that creepy Honduran weirdo Ron Aguilera? But I should not be saying things that I don't really know and describing anyone that way, besides which there is a tendency to embellish these points unnecessarily when irritated online. And I would only be guessing if I were to say anything about them, because that clique tended to avoid me, so I really cannot say anything about them that would matter ultimately and I really did not care that much about them either. The dislike was sort of mutual. And also, he might have problems running for president if his wife is that dumb. And also, if it was only about that, why are they wasting my time? Besides which, it was not my responsibility to take care of her  in-laws, just because maybe I do know a little Spanish.      

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Yes, how interesting, the way you decorate your nightly talk show with such.a wide variety of assorted characters and/or animals, and how many times have you been bleeped for the things that you said in front of God and everyone else. Everyone can hear that although by that time some of us have already had enough of your mouth and are not tuning in to really know more about that.

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Yes, how nice for some people, to spend millions of dollars to move to Europe, but anyway, it is not like I asked for them to attach me to their blob of paperwork of which I was not previously aware. Myself having already agreed to evacuate the planet at a future time as yet to be determined, why should the prospect of enjoying what's left of my life here be so rudely interrupted by the politicking of some person of whom I may or may not be dimly aware. I always did think their obsession with the Mediterranean to be somewhat odd, given that, anyway, I do not resemble the local populace so who cares and also too much exposure may cause sunburn and blisters and sun poisoning, so it is really not necessary for me to spend that much time exposed to someone else's ying-yanging political widgets that to me seem quite meaningless. 

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Yes, it is always distressing to see persons who drop out of society and completely self-destruct, as for example the sad case of Don Hott or whatever his name was. We have occasionally heard reports of him flitting about South Florida in his weird way, a waste product of Colombia. It is a very sad story but why focus on the dregs of society?

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Yes, I suppose that I would be futile to claim any credit for my amazing success in the field of brain surgery, but anyway, there is the benefit of having done the brain surgery even when nobody cares.

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Yes, I too was surprised to learn that I started something, but, oh, I forgot, I was four years old at the time, so maybe I was hoping that would not count for anything serious later.

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Yes, whatever happened to Melanie? She was one of my mother's projects from work. My mother always feels sorry for these people and is always trying to help people through their hard times, but something went weird after the Melanie project ended. Why am I still getting mail from her ex-husband Jason, who was said to have run away to become a homeless bum, leaving Melanie with a little baby, so my mom was trying to be helpful, so why should I care about so much about that?

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Yes, speaking of costume, I vaguely remember that day when I was wearing a headband on my head with antennas protruding from it, bouncing on springs a la Martian style, so hopefully a humorous note, and yet I get nothing but insults from Tim Triplett, who is sort of annoying in other ways also, so not really surprising, I really should not be expecting much from those belligerently obnoxious guys. 

Often at youth service, Tim would confront me by saying, "Has the cat got your tongue?" And what would be the answer expected to this absurd question? Silence is what he deserves from me, basically.

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Yes, I hope that you were not expecting me to waste my breath trying to retell the story of Ms. Christina, that I only heard from the viewpoint of Michelle, so I was not sure what to believe in terms of actual facts, because it was sort of vaguely told, something about how she went on a business trip with her boss, and apparently they opened the connecting door of the hotel rooms. Oh? Now, that would be completely stupid, but I never really heard any further explanation elaborated beyond that it maybe happened. I would not be a primary source of information on this topic, you would have to ask Michelle. I did not want to investigate that myself due to flea infestation issues. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my second year at SCC, our friend Lynda arranged for us to serve as ushers for a season of concerts at the Crystal Cathedral. One of those concerts included a lovely performance of the light opera "Amahl and the Night Visitor," which features that memorable song about a box, "This is my box, this is my box, I never travel without my box." Without my box, I could only have problems, so I  will not travel that way again.  

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Yes, I specifically remember having the chicken pox, a miserably disappointing week when I was not able to attend my own birthday party at school because I was ill, but I do not remember having the measles. I might have been vaccinated against that, so measles was prevented.

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Yes, wouldn't that be nice, if I were to have enough money on hand to pay off those annoying Arab people and ship them home to Lebanon where they belong. Maybe they would feel more comfortable there, with bombs falling all around, because certainly they don't seem to interact well with U.S. citizens such as myself, because anyway, just because they own the land, we only get mineral rights, that does not constitute a marriage contract. So they bought the land and later learned that the mineral rights were severed from the land, and they are intent on taking the mineral rights for themselves by hook or crook. So this is a problem, how to get rid of them. If only they would stay on their side of the fence and mind their own business, that would be one thing. But no, they are a colossal nuisance, always punching holes in the walls.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not suppose that my little bank book from first grade, starting with maybe $1, could possibly be worth all that much, and what other money could I possibly have? 

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Yes, my Mom told me that my grandfather was a card-carrying Masonic, although perhaps not known to be particularly advanced or active in that. He preferred to pay his dues and maintain membership in case he ever needed to avail himself of that old folks' home they maintain over there in Texas.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, maybe you do resemble Ann slightly, but I really would not know, what would be the point of meeting her cousin from Ohio? I barely remember some of those people. Some of their names can be found in the yearbook, but whatever happened to them later is not clear.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember one day when I was walking around campus, Tim was walking the other direction passing nearby, and at that moment he said something about the hickey on my neck, which was the most ridiculous, patently false lie, there was no Hickey on my neck, where did he get that crackpot idea, maybe the skin on my neck sometimes gets sort of blotched while brushing my hair that morning, but certainly there was never any Hickey on my neck. With an idiot, and that could hurt my reputation if people actually believed that nonsensical stuff that he sometimes says, he is not really that funny. But whatever.

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Yes, it is easy for me to imagine that whatever I might do could easily incur some infraction of one or another rule that I was not aware of, so I will be excused from actually having to do anything in future, you understand. Thank you.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, in fact, almost the only things that I keep hearing about her, are exactly what Jill and Linda were saying about her. I never had anything to add to whatever Jill and Linda said. They are much more accomplished at the arts of gossip than myself.

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Yes, I am aware of the problem of defamation, and how certain persons were trying to plant certain words in my mouth, as if I were even thinking about them at all, much less to make unwarranted swipes at her reputation, so it is very aggravating to see her poking and lurking around the corner, as if waiting for me to say something, as if I should care about whatever happened to her, when everything is being orchestrated to make me say something that maybe never happened, how would I know? And then I would end up completely stupid if I say anything, so there seems to be no way to end this constant aggravation short of an explostion, because as long as I simply ignore her, she never gets a clue that actually she is not even on my radar screen.  

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Yes, how clever of them to orchestrate such a useless mess of dystopian dissonance. Next I would like to see Mr. Clever spit me out a complete refund for all of my valuable time wasted on their self-aggrandizing braggadocious claptrap. A refund would give me an actual reason to believe that God cares about me too, not only them. But maybe there are other factors to consider. I don't know everything.

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Yes, I am surprised that you have not yet served Karen Klein's empty head on a platter, because I could not quite see what she was talking about, as if I should flail around for doggie treats while she boasts of having married Larry, the son of the college president, and blah blah blah, whatever that meant.

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Yes, it gets very confusing, when you remember that Beverly was my mother's cousin, and Beverly was married to Richard Klein, a person who I really do not remember, and Beverly's mother's maiden name was Tackett And when Beverly lived in California, she lived mainly in Tehachapi, one of those little towns out in the desert. Weird how all these Kleins, presumably Beverly's in-laws, are always swarming about nearby. I am really not related to them, how to politely explain that to me they are only Beverly's in-laws?

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Yes, who would have thunk it, to use Ex-Lax as an ingredient when baking a batch of brownies that she dropped off at Terry's house for those guys to "enjoy." We were the witnesses, next day, to a dramatic confrontation that was the result of that. Oh, thanks Karen. Already he is a raving lunatic prone to rambling speeches in which he sometimes says the most nonsensical things, if I had known there was going to be a test later I would have taken better notes, and that elevates him to the level of undisputed martyr, completely unbearable.

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Yes, interestingly, I seem to remember overhearing Karen the harpist saying that she will not comply. Comply with what? I was not sure what she meant by that, she was not talking to me.

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Yes, I am not remembering who taught us that little dity, "Beans, beans the musical fruit; the more you eat the more you toot; so eat your beans at every meal." Actually, I think that the idea is to not eat the beans so that I will not have to toot a bunch of stuff that I really do not understand.  I like beans line, but maybe not right now. This is not a convenient time to be tooting my own horn.  

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Yes, ha ha ha, who is this pathetically low-life Poster Child of Iniquity, who dares to lecture me on these matters of morality. Ha ha ha. Given that we never discussed politics on our one and only date, how is it that you are not recognizing your dearest Russian confidante Dauna, who you had asked out previous to me.

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Yes, I tend to think of Indiana as yet another Midwestern state up there in the middle of nowhere. My cousin lived in Indiana for some years, but it was difficult for us to understand why he would want to live there in the middle of nowhere, a place where it gets cold and shows in winter, given that there is really nothing of interest there otherwise. He is dead now, so there is no other reason for us to think about Indiana. Oh, I forgot. Coincidentally, Craig Bowling Ball was from Indiana. Even so, he was nothing, he only gets Pam, all he can get is Pam, nothing more.

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Yes, Thanksgiving was the key word in my Spelling Bee victory of second grade. Later there was an informal spelling bee that I did not win, but no matter, the trophy is already mine. 

And then later there was a school assembly, students only, in which my assigned role was to run up on stage and yell "Happy Thanksgiving" and then run off again. I was wearing a pink hat with pink rabbit ears. There was a drama being performed by some students at the time and I am not remembering how that coordinated with my assigned role, or whether the dramatist had added the rabbit merely to acknowledge  my Spelling Bee triumph, thank you very much. Either way, anyone with half a brain would have been at the Spelling Bee and would have gotten the chuckle, one can easily imagine, so there is nothing further that I would need to say about that.

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Yes, I have noticed recently that there is not much impetus for going to Puerto Rico, one can easily imagine because some of the overly vocal persons on this topic are gone now, passed away, so there is really no one that I know who cares very much about going there. We tend to th8ink that we should leave the Puerto Ricans to self-determine their own futures, but also we sort of conquered them and made them our territory, and absorbed much of their population into the main;and, so I really have no ideas for what they should do about that next. 

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Yes, the only thing that I would know about the alleged mischief of Bonnie and Becky, would be what I heard from my mother, and that only a few years after I had left college, after I already had noticed them trying to attach themselves to me by the back door. I actually have no need of them, I will be just fine without them anyway, but whatever. I cannot quite get a handle on what they were expecting me to do for them after they made an even bigger mess of things, only they have husbands to protect them from their messes, while single me does not, so that leaves at the mercy of whatever hostile snipers.  

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Yes, once again I seem to find it necessary to remind all that I won the spelling bee. I was in second grade, and I am the person who remembered to put the 's' in the middle of Thanksgiving,  in contrast to that third grade boy who could not spell 'Thanksgiving' correctly. Last time I checked, there is still an 's' in the middle of Thanksgiving. Last time I checked the trophy is still sitting on my shelf with my name engraved upon it, permanently if I may say so myself. Some people were not happy about that, and were making a lot of noise, but anyway, just stealing my spelling bee trophy would not solve this problem.  

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Yes, I can only guess that you are looking for an airplane story, but I really do not know anything specific about their airplane story, I only hear things leaking online about that, myself not being a primary source of information on that topic. But anyway, I really think that I have no need of your silly Fong Phone. For what do I need al those nasty garbage Chinese people screaming in my ear. Their heads are full of Watchman Nee garbage books. I did buy one of those Watchman Nee books once and got about halfway through, and that was about as far as I got in terms of Watchman Nee's theology. I was turned off by his gratuitous sniping against "missionaries," whatever that term meant to him is not clear. He does not specify exactly what missionaries is he talking about, in what socio-cultural-historical context, as if all believers were not "missionaries" in another sense of the term, nor give specific examples of what he meant for further analysis, so it is hard to get a handle on what to say about that, given the diplomatic context. But he unfortunately died a martyr's death in prison, so that only compounds the problem of the hostile snipers, as if all believers were not "missionaries" in their own way, and what to do about that. But it was never my job to ride herd on these idiots cousins of mine, they have their own boring agenda that is of no interest to me.

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Yes, I am happy to see that someone finally spelled that out in so many words, which is that they do not want anything from me and it is all their money. Ok, fine. I do not know why some people cannot eeem to hear that. So anyway why am I wasting my breath talking to a pack of people who hate my guts? Life is too short to be bothered about that. Why should I care about that? 

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Yes, I am not remembering why we were not in our usual locker room that day, for some reason we were all jammed together in the girls' bathroom, and changing quick to get to class on time. So that was weird, but whatever, not much could be expected of those two little Dummies who talk too much. Oh, and were you expecting me to respect your privacy?  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that in the office, Rick Hayden was often bragging on his favorite protegé of the moment, Ms. Orozco, a Latina who seemed to have a knack for writing snappy lead paragraph. Ok, so, that's nice. But whatever. White girl does not want to expend too much energy on fending off these Latina snipera who hate gringa white girl. There is no way to guard against these hostile Latina snipers.  

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Yes, it is a bit confusing when you refer to Tom, are you referring to the Wagner, of whom actually nothing is known beyond that he exists, or Thomas Hills, who may be seen posing as a coffee picker when actually he is peddling paint, so that this problem of having to watch paint dry gets sort of boring after a while.

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Yes, who was that cynical person who was saying they believe that everyone has a price, that everyone can be bought for a price. I am not remembering, How did you phrase that? And of course there is that game show, The Price Is Right. Of course some things are not for sale. But it is annoying to still be hearing that conversation, as if that were something to take seriously. Of course not. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one of the first words of the Spanish language that I ever learned was "gringa." That is because the Mexican children who I had met playing on the street had given me that label, and I was sort of OK with being dubbed an outsider "gringa." The term dates back to the Mexican-American War of the 1840s, or so I was told, so that really does not have anything to do with me personally. The Mexican children seem to cherish the delusion of white girl as a soldier from the enemy front, so, yes, there is a context where I could argue about that, but also why expend the emotional energy necessary to fight about these deeply entrenched cultural points. I just have other ways of thinking about that. 

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Yes, I really could nor care less about her mental problem, whatever that meant. If she is going to take that personally, she will be up a creek without a paddle, because anyone nobody was talking to her or about her. It was only book report on Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift. Looking back now, I see that my book report was not very in-depth or granular in terms of trying to identify specifically who were they talking about, but anyway it was only high school. I just wanted to get a passing grade and be done with that. Enough about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a day at work, in the office, when I was told that our newspaper is suing the mayor. And on the lawsuit paperwork it includes some generic "reporters" in the complaint. Oh, I had not been aware of that. Nobody had consulted me or given me any prior notice before the paperwork was filed on that, so I really cannot say what Rick Hayden was thinking on that point. 

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Yes, interesting option that of living a life by ying-yanging to the dreary Stone family. I really don't care what they do or did down there. I think that going there myself would only muddy the waters that are quite muddled already thanks to the idiotic rantings of your ex-wife Regina. They really were not that important to me in the whold scheme of things, I think that I would rather live my life without reference to their magazine voyages. I have enough of that on my plate already.

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Yes, that was sort of weird, during high school, the way they were yapping about how they are going to send me down to their level of mafia underground, how dare I resist, so that they can trample me underfoot. Makes me wonder if I should do something really bad to fulfill that compelling prophecy, would that make them feel better about themselves? or maybe not. Maybe I am not as bad as they seem to imagine. But it really does wear on the nerves to listen to that day in and day out.

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Yes, I agree that I should pay my $25 parking ticket, if only I could remember what happened to the bill, and anyway I cannot quite understand why the sharks are so interested. I am nobody important. Besides which, how would you know about my parking ticket? You are not the city clerk. 

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Yes, I seem to be remembering that my U.S. passport is valid through 2033, so if I did have occasion to go somewhere, I do have the basic travel document necessary to get around, assuming that I live that long, and assuming that I would have some reason to go there. If there were millions of dollars in the bank to throw around, that would be a different matter, but as yet nothing comes to mind. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember many years ago watching a TV program that depicted Mexicans trying to sneak across the border somewhere near Tijuana, and they were talking about how afraid and terrified they were of being caught by the "migra," which is the abbreviated term that they use to mean the border patrol. 

And of course if I were to see those people at the grocery store or somewhere, how would I know what they were, whether legal or not? They all look the same to me, all with straight black hair and dark eyes and brown skin. They might be long-term U.S. citizens, or they might be somewhere in the stages of naturalization, which can take several years, or have just a green card or other more dubious paperwork. How would I know? 

But I do remember back in the late 1970s or 1980s, when that bumper sticker was very popular in South Florida, which said something to the effect of will the last American leaving South Florida take the flag. The humor has gone stale this many years, because, although South Florida has changed drastically, I have yet to hear of anyone seriously suggesting that the flag be removed from South Florida. It was only a joke, a certain type of joke that sounds sort of antiquated at this point. How would you pledge allegiance to the flag if that were taken seriously? No, that was only a joke.

And, incidentally, we already had this conversation several times over about how I do not wear cross jewelry, because I am a Protestant, and I think that would send mixed signals. But of course if I did wear that, I suppose that it could be useful if I were needing to put some evil vampire back in his place, but of course hopefully I will not need to do that. I hope not. 

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Yes, I am noticing that you are getting your information primarily from the bratty Sanchez kids, who so immature and all they want to do is stupid stuff. Enough about them. It was somewhat unfortunate that they were in our school, because they really did not quite belong there, but who am I to say how these things happen. You can only play along with them for so long before they turn weird and completely self-absorbed, and then it is not worth continuing this conversation. Enough about that. That was all Carol's idea so talk to her. 

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Yes, what was the name of that guy who let me win the chess game? He was teaching me how to play chess, it was not a very competitive game. How else could I have won? Only an hour earlier I had no idea of how to play chess, so do I owe him something for that? Yes, I have decided that it would be better for me to not pursue a career in chess. It would get too burdensome to have to repay all of these "wins."

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Yes, I felt so bad, so guilty of rear-ending that guy's car in a car accident. Sorry about that, but anyway my insurance company took care of that matter and so there was nothing more that I would need to say about that. A year or two later I received some paperwork in the mail in relation to that. Apparently the elderly white man had died, not immediately but several months to a year later, while vacationing in Ireland, and his wife was now suing me for loss of marital relations and whatever else. Huh? He seemed fine at the scene of the accident, at least at first. He was walking around and then later, when questioned by the paramedic guy who stopped to help, said that he did not feel so well, and then he got in his car, and the paramedic got in behind him and was massaging his neck or something, I could not see that very clearly from where I was standing, and then later the ambulance came and carried him away on a stretcher, with some thing around his neck, so apparently the jolt was more damaging than it had at first seemed. But I really am not qualified to comment on the work of the paramedic, whether what he did helped or made it worse, but anyway the Good Samaritan law will prevent the suers from extracting further information about the paramedic. Sorry but I cannot help with that. Besides which, although we might have exchanged the requisite insurance information at the scene of the accident, he never said anything about Motown or whether his wife was white or black. I just have no idea.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that they were talking about that girl singer at our school who already had her own record album and had some experience singing for Motown and various rock bands. The idea was that it seemed somewhat incredible that a white girl should be claiming to be a backup singer for Motown, and aren't those people all black? I forget what her name was. And later online someone was telling me that there actually was at least one or maybe more white people working at Motown, but who were they and was that girl one of them was not clear. I forget who she was so this matter is of no great concern to me. I cannot remember what her name was, so you cannot prove anything by me.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, if your client really wanted to finance all of these extravagant lifestyle option, yes, that would be something to at least think about and consider. However, experience gives me the feeling that is all some sort of twisted joke on me, because just some casting director's wanting to cast me as some wealthy globe-trotting heiress does not make it so. Sorry about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, my mind just goes blank. I cannot quite imagine what there would be to discuss with some guy who thinks that he is a Mainelander. For what do I need Spelling 101? I am fairly good at spelling, apart from the matter of typos. So whatever that meant.  

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Yes, I suppose that if I were going to go to Switzerland, it could be interesting to visit that library and schedule some study time at L'Abri, although I do not know when I would ever get there. However, I did once read a very interesting book about L'Abri and its founders, Lori Way might remember that it might have been her book that I borrowed, but I did not take that book with me, so anyway it was only a book that I read.

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Yes, perhaps I should apologize that you did not receive their memo explaining that they think that I am an idiot. They will be dropping me off when they get home to Texas, which means that I often receive messages warning me to never go there. Ok, fine. No problem. Still, that does not explain why I am still getting spam messages from Stephanie. How would Susie and Sammy be acquainted with Stephanie? They attended high school in El Paso, located near the border of Texas, a dreadfully dry border town of no interest to me, so obviously they would not have attended Stephanie's private party for reasons differing from why I also was not in attendance at their party, obviously. So what is this bill to pay for myself not being there? For what? I never really heard that, but it could be interesting to fill in the blanks. I hear them screaming and yelling but I really did not care that much about not being invited to their private party.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that if you are an enemy of the "People" then you are not a mainlander and so you deserve exile to some tiny little island of Thai-Wan. Submit to the new One Party system or else. Whatever that Chinese thing meant. Ha ha ha! 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of unfortunate that I made that punchy joke, and then they started to confess some stuff about a different party that I had not attended and had not heard about, (Oh, I did not know that), but the bad guys were not them you understand, and there had to be some high-level intervention to remedy the situation. Oh, ok, fine. I am sorry I said that. I did not even know all that stuff until they told me. I was not intending that as any sort of accusation to embarrass everybody, but apparently there was a different context to that than I had not originally imagined. Yes, I should just shut up and not say some ridiculous thing about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is really no concern of mine, which counties of Texas are wet or dry in terms of legal terminology. It is not in my power to flip a dry county just to appease a pack of obnoxious whiners. And also killing them would not be a legal option, so I will just leave it at that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when my name is on the paperwork, perhaps I may serve a short time as the custodian of the paperwork, although the originals remain at the legal offices so just stealing my copy out of the mailbox at least does not really give any legal power to those control freaks, fortunately.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember when I was hearing it put that way, years ago, which scared me to death, so that meant there was every reason to never go there and to avoid the horrible Jim at any cost. Why should I try to bake a cake when already they have a graduate of the army-paid-for cooking school making mudpies for them?

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Yes, it is a bit disappointing to learn that you are only channeling Steve, who was only a slightly annoying blip originally, but now, well, I can chalk that up to the Detroit bummers. So maybe you are an Ohio guy and here I am surrounded by some very nasty vicious Michigan sharks. And I do not even understand what the problem was.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that in the gas and oil business paperwork is everything. So where is the paperwork that was mailed to me in September and has not yet arrived in January? Why would the post office care about my paperwork? What wicked beastie postal worker should be arrested for interfering with the due process of mail delivery? And why would I even say such a ridiculous thing about someone? So, have those wretched beasties gone postal now? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there is an interesting coincidence to note, which is that my grandmother's grandfather was a certain person named Willis Abner May (1848-1871), who died at age 23 when struck by lightning, leaving behind a wife and one daughter, Ida May, but I don't suppose that would have anything to do with Dogpatch cartoons. That would just be too ludicrous to contemplate. But we already discussed this point years ago. I get no relief from their nonsense so here we go again. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, in reference to Colombia, that it was somewhat unfortunate that Steve Graner and Judy Bartel had cluttered the airwaves with a bunch of verbiage about their own wonderfulness, which sort of makes it confusing as to, whatever, was there something that I was supposed to say about them? I would just as soon not be bothered.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago hearing that someone, I forget who, was wanting to make a point about the dilemma of what to do with all of these discarded ex-wives, now that their polygamist husbands have converted to Christianity and/or monogamous practices of Western Civilization. Apparently that is quite a problem in India and some other parts of Asia where the native religions do not strictly prohibit bigamy and/or polygamy. If they are persuaded to come out as Christians, they may decide to keep only one wife and discard the other women or dismiss them from marital duties. Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that someone was saying something about that, but I do not quite see what that would have to do with me. I probably won't lose.much sleep at night worrying about a matter that is not directly my concern. I am not particularly worried about that now, knowing that certain persons seem to be locked away in mental hospitals already, so there is nothing that I would need to say about that. I would not want to discourage the faith of persons who might be choosing to do or not do the right thing. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I noticed that you were saying something about Phyllis, a nice lady who worked at the office, but she was not a Philistine, so you are just barking up the wrong tree.

And what would that have to do with those little brats that I remember from maybe 1982? Their name sounded like True-Teen, but no, they were not teenagers, and anyway we were not that close. I heard they were gone Dutch or bankrupt or something. Forty years is a long time to not stay in touch and still remember who they might have been in other circumstances.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and then there is the Bahamas connection, but you should not try to get that from me. I have never been there and don't know much about it.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I imagine we will not be seeing very much of them in future, now that they are long gone to explore the frozen tundras of Sweden. And for what do we need Steinbeck's hellish nightmare-vision for America? Sounds like a labor union's armed camp ruled by control freaks, not really a place that I would want to live long-term.

Whch Reminds Me

Yes, how clever of you to notice the odd coincidence of yourself pointing out that Dauna's mother's maiden name is Cross, in contrast to the surname Crouch being some sort of permutation of the name Cross, and then there is also Ted Cruz, whose name means Cross in Spanish, his wife Gwen Nelson being one of those Adventist people, and then there is my high school classmate Patricia Cruz whose relationship to Nicky Cruz is not quite clear as yet, a Caribbean thing, and all of these people congregating somewhere in the vicinity of Charing Cross Road. And who knows what other Cross connections they may have in store for us there. And how would I know that? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that if you are going to go to  the Port of Acajutla, you might want to hire a trucker and make sure that your stuff is taken care of, don't just leave your stuff sitting there on the dock to be carted away by whoever happens along and finds it there. Oh, thanks Mom. There is no guarantee that anything would be left to send along later by the time they finish rummaging through it all.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would be reluctant to delve any deeper into certain matters, better to leave that in its place untouched, because I cannot be sure that a Grenade might not explode, and I am not equipped or trained to handle that type of explosive situation, I cannot see where all of these Grenades are comfing from.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Patricia Allwood was a high school classmate of mine, she was a friendly person although we were really not that close. She probably still lives there, or can easily live there, because her mother was probably Salvadoran, her father American, so she probably could go either way if she wanted to, but I never really did catch how she might be connected to Biden. Possibly that would be a useful contrast to another high school classmate, Patricia Cruz, whose politics probably were on the Right Wing side of things. But I am only guessing, I really never discussed politics with them. No one dared to mention politics in high school other than Miss Marken, our teacher who entertained us with monologues about her summer of Watergate Hearings. But I really would not know anything about that. I was not there when all of that was hatched.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, for hs report on poetry analysis, Raymond dissected Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven." He seemed to indicate that the song is referring to an actual person who lives in New York, maybe even New York City, but I did not quite catch what was her name. Sometimes these poetical glosses do not indicate very much about reality. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember some people from college who, well, maybe I did feel somewhat stabbed in the back at times, but anyway, I really do not want to expend too much energy on flailing against my enemies, whether real or imagined. Such negativity just sucks up a lot of energy if or when I do that, and then what?

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Yes, I vaguely remember, the only thought that I ever had of Malta during high school, was when Raymond during his report in English class mentioned that you could go there to buy a title of nobility. He said that is the easiest place to get a title of nobility. Some people may be willing to part with those titles for money. Maybe you want to be a Count with the papers patent to prove it? Well, then Malta might be the very place where you could go to secure an ostentatious title of upward mobility. For $1 million you could be the Count of Wherever. But it is very expensive, and does not necessarily include the benefits of birth into the nobility. But anyway, I have already explained this high school point more than once, and yet the spin machine continues to churn and churn.

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Yes, I sort of noticed that quite a few people are trying to squeeze in through the worthless Dauna door, and so that means that you are now locked outside in the bitter cold as far as I am concerned. Oh, the things that we did not yet know during college days.... 

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Yes, that would be interesting to see. Why don't you go ahead and vomit that thing you are choking on, so that we can all see what you really are, instead of just writhing and slithering around like maybe a snake. That would be interesting to see, for sure.

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Yes, that would be interesting to learn about the stellar career of recording artist and singer/songrwriter Diane Roberts. I really have not heard anything recently. Wasn't she one of those Reformed Dutch people? And didn't she pay to take advanced music composition lessons from Johnny Carl at the Crystal Cathedral? And she often sang in chapel, unique songs that she had written, so obviously she has the talent for that, so there was some crossover during college between our church and the Dutch Reformed people, because anyway we are not Dutch Reformed people, and I really do not know that much about them, but they were there also. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time that Miss Pilarinos said that she felt like a spare tire, given that she was a single woman having to work with all of these married couples with families. She was never shy about saying things like that n front of everybody, so why would everyone be so surprised that these things get passed around, and anyway everybody knows that it is never that easy navigating life as a single woman.

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Yes, and who was that, during high school, who was filling my head full of silly Pollack jokes? How many Pollacks, he would say, does it take to screw in a lightbulb, et. etc. 

And for what do I need this silly loopy loop-de-dupe road to nowhere?

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Yes, I vaguely remember when Di invited the girls for a sleepover, but I did not attend that, not because I was ever guilty of gossiping about them, but because I was already very tired of being the target of her gratuitous attacks, as if I should be confessing to something. Confess to what? I never talked about them. There was nothing to say. Does my face look like a dartboard to you? Well, it's not. I am not a dartboard to punch and throw things at for your own self-interested convenience. 

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Yes, all of these goads seem to be prompting me to say something about how crazy chatterbox dingbat Anita is not the top-stone of anything at my house, but I digress. Yes, I never gave much thought to the shrill caterwaulings of Anita Stone, a high school character of not much importance from my point of view. Anita who? I never thought much about the Stone family during my high school days. I would prefer to keep my fingers and toes attached in the correct order, thanks anyway. 

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Yes, you are reminding me, and I already explained this but people always forget what I say, that it was really very nice of Ivonne to explain something about that to me, during high school, because anyway that helps to spare me from saying some ridiculously uninformed thing about persons who, I am not quite sure who they all are, or how they are all connected to some dimly understood very dark and dreary episode of WWI history. I wish that I could pass that along, the way that she explained it, but her words do not fit in my mouth. I cannot quite think what to say about that, because anyway I am not hearing any intelligent thought coming from the Dutch Reformed people. They seem to be throwing around tacks willy-nilly without any idea of what they are saying, but I never attended any Reform school so I really do not understand what their problem is. 

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Yes, interesting how these people are answering that I never really asked. Should I have asked or be asking that question? Makes me wonder.

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Yes, I noticed that I am getting really too much mail from the advertising department, given that office hours are closed now. They asked me to stop by their party a couple of blocks down the street, and I find them staging me into a photo that was sort of false and  misleading, I have to say, in case you did not know how that was all staged, so that was the only time that I went to their party, thanks. But that brings up the question of what would a clueless advertising person know about truth in advertising? Some of them are nice, but usually I try not to interrupt their cheerleading sessions, when she has the office decked out like a kindergarten classroom. Where do they find these people to hire anyway? I can go and come from my office separately without bothering them or vice versa. I do not really want to know about their amazing deals with the advertisers as long as the company is paying my salary portion. They know stuff than I would do not really need to know.