Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not in a very strong position to deliver the smackdown to these worthless Blackie terdmen. I wish those horrid people of Pukiestan would just go away and stop bothering me. I am so NOT interested in blithering-blathering with the lowlife dogs of COGIC. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that it would be interesting to learn the name of this scary person who paid you to harrass me continuously and to make my life a complete misery. What is their agenda? Why should I care to sign away my rights to someone who I really do not like personally and who has only murderous intentions in terms of who I am? It would be interesting to learn more details about that, but anyway there is a limit to what I would do just to rat out some anonymous psycho who seemingly has more money than he knows what to do with. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, now we are at the part where I have to explain yet again that we did see the move, "The Cross and the Switchblade," during high school. They hired a theater, Cine Vieytez, so that everybody from church could see the movie together. The place was packed, but where was Patricia Cruz? I do not remember seeing her there. No, they would not want to be seen in such a place for other reasons, apparently. The movie featured Pat Boone in the role of David Wilkerson and Erik Estrada in the role of Nicky Cruz. 

WHich Reminds Me

Yes, you are really trying to stress me out, trying to make me comment on the Wilson family, as if I even knew what is their problem. I was hearing some Wilson chatter online, but anyway they were not that important, nobody wants to talk abvout them. They are so powerful. They can pull all sorts of strings and, zim bam bang, who knows what really happened.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, coincidentally, it is interesting to note that Margot mentioned that her Dad works for Exoon, the gas company. Oh, who would have thunk there would be so many gas and oil people in our class. And what for? I am not going to give them any rights for nothing, so how do all these gas and oil people make any money at all, when all they do is swarm about like flies.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, at first I thought it was weird that I was getting all this online mail from South Carolina. I have not the slightest connection whatsoever to South Carolina, don't know who those people are, so it is puzzling to ponder who do those crazy people think that I am? I can only be fairly certain that I am probably not the person they are thinking about, but how to explain that I have no thought of them. 

Only later did I read the diaries of great-grandmother, in which she talks about visiting South Carolina during the summer of 1960, where her son Ben and his family were living at the time. Oh, I did not knowk that. As I have said before, I have no connection whatsoever to South Carolina. I have probably explained this before but, whatever, here were go again.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that those two guys were actually from Spain, the one of them recently arrived in El Salvador. Margot's boyfriend was from actually Catalan and speaks natively the language of Catalan, a region of Spain. That is about the only things that I can remember about them.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during my junior or senior year of high school in El Salvador, my Mom took me with her to meet those people who were from Chile. We met the mother and daughter. Later my Mom said they were throwbacks, and what that meant probably was that they were not really interested in learning about our mission work, so much as spying on Protestant and reporting on us to the Catholics, which, anyway, we are not interested in participating in such hostilites, if they are so intent on being hostile. Probably I already said too much anyway, why can't I jsut keep my mouth shut, why give them an endless supply of stuff they can use against us? Because anyway they only care about their own people. They don't care that much about whatever happens to us. Throwback is a term of fishing.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know I am so distracted. My focus is feeling a bit shattered and scattershot at the moment. Oh, what was I going to talk about next. 

Oh yes, I was saying that I did go to Margot's house anyway, even though she is known to be a witch, she said so herself, lots of people probably heard her say that in maybe ninth grade, but it was only for doing school homework anyway.  And then later, after we had finished our project work, suddenly two guys appeared and suddenly I was called on to be in a double date, so that was different. We drove around in the car for a while so that Margot and her boyfriend could talk. 

And why is Cruz still having a coniption fit about that? Wasn't her own cousin Nicky Cruz a most evil wicked warlock before he got saved under the ministry of David Wilkerson? So you never know what might happen later to these people. I don't want to get too ahead of myself on these points. 

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was not the most pleasant thing to read portions of the diary, but anyway, at least I know now to steer clear of those Casanovas. I did not know that originally. Only later do I hear about these other connections, as if I should carea bout that riff-raff. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how why are these pathetic Italians trying to drop on me their Casanova nightmare? We studied the play in high school, but anyway that is not my problem. Yes, I cannot really say that those Italians are not disgusting, so shut up and stick to cooking pizzas. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there was a time during my senior year in high school when I was being accosted by some young girls. In the hallways they would stop me to ask me questions about stuff and I would have to think of a quick answer to resolve this situation and be rid of them so that I could go on my way to my class. There were only five minutes to chance classes so I did not really have that much time to prolong that agony. Besides which, there was something contrived about that. Their obsession seemed weird.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Nancy Holbron, who was a ninth grader when I was a senior at the high school in El Salvador. Only recently did I learn that her father was military and her mother was Nicaraguan, if that was her. Even so, I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people from high school.  It just was not that important.  Also the Contra War had not happened yet. Nobody was thinking in those terms back in the day. 

Which Reminds Me

 es, I vaguely remember that there was a person in our office named Stacie Orozco. Our Managing Editor Rick Haydan said that she had a good knack for writing snappy lead paragraphs, and she did. However, I don't think she was there more than a year before she quit in a blizzard of attitude problems, with plans to go into real estate. The only other thing that I can remember about her is that she was from Nicaragua. Whether that meant that she was a Contra or a Communist I have no idea. Nicaraguans all look the same to me. What is the difference? Why should that matter now that the war is long since over. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have no doubt that Pyle's resume would be an amazing thing to behold, and besides which she has a sense of humor. However, I am not planning to hire her for any legal advice due to a confusing snafu. Sometimes people get carried away in their admiration of my brilliant writing and may be tempted to republish my article without permission, and really that is OK. I would rather be flattered by the positive attention than get upset about trivial points that do not really matter in the long run. It just was not that important. I was sort of flattered that the people in Atlanta would use my article without even asking me what I thought about that if anything, but she insisted that there was a legal problem there, and took it upon herself to write a letter of protest, which put a sour note on my future success, unfortunately. However, really, probably she had a good point about how the people in Atlanta should not just go around seizing things willy-nilly without knowing what they are doing.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I noticed that you think that you are the King of Norway, as indicated by your predilection for hunting, demanding your possession of your own private hunting preserve. But this is not Norway, so I do not know why I should care about that one way or another. I am not going to apologize for NOT being Norwegian. So many kings, so little time. 

Which Reminds MYes,

Yes, who could forget the time in ninth grade when there was a sort of fight between Margot and Patricie Cruz. Margot was talking about that but I could not understand what was happening in regards to that. There seemed to be other details that were not so evident about their jarring encounter. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do hope that I do not have to explain about how Cori did that and I was so embarrassed. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, back in the day when I was working at SFNN, never once did I ever participate in Jeff's sports betting pool. Someone keeps trying to rewrite my story, so much so that what is the point of saying that I did not gamble at the office? Why bother to fight the tide when everybody is rewriting everything I say and depending on lottery ticket promises to bail themselves out? And then the end .....

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one of the favorite places of our family for special occasioins is the Outback's Steak House. On these fetive occasions I do not really care who owns Outback's. In what cattle pasture did they find this cow? Was it a black cow? Was it a brown cow? Was it a white cow? Does this cow moo with an Austrialian accent? I have no idea whatsoever about these details. All I know is that filet steaks looks really good on my plate, tastes really good and is cooked to my specifications. That is all I care about when I go to steak house. Enough said about that. Needless to say.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to Dean Chenault? Weird that you would be asking about him over there in Duckville, Louisiana. There was not enough of Dean for you to install any Laws of the Forest so there would no point to any further discussion of Dean.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have had the sneaking suspicion for a while now, that if I drove all the way to Timbuktu, Louisiana, there I would find the phone number of Kristen Jeffries> But who cares now about reconnecting to that two-faced back-stabbing deprecated "friend?" Not me.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember when I was writing for a newspaper in Deerfield Beach, some of the assignments were problematic so that I would be in trouble either way, if I refuse to do that story I have a problem or if I do that story I have a problem. Either way, they give me problems. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I forget when I first noticed that you are stuck in a box with that horrid Monica Lulu, of whom I really have not much thought. How did that happen? What? I only noticed later some things about that online. Well, at least I am not that stupid. Needless to say. Obviously. No Table for Monida Lulu.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to remember feeling that in a million years I never would think of voting for the Clintons, so it does seem a bit odd that I would be getting all of this mail from their PR flunky. I really could not careless about that. People voted for Bill. People are stupid. There is nothing that I would need to say about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did noticed how the Stewarts were expecting me to babysit their farflung Cooper cousins, which is sort of annoying, because the Stewarts are sitting in their palatial mansion counting all their money while they are expecting us to exhaust all our resources to "help" their cousins. There is something wrong with this picture. I think that the Coopers should apply directly to the Stewarts for "help" if they really want a white sugar daddy. We just cannot do that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, enough already about their boring lives, and all the stuff they did. Weird how everybody has already forgotten about that, and yet they continue to suck up all the oxygen in the room until nobody wants to hear another thing about them ever again. Just forget that we were ever acquainted. It just did not matter.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how only later do we learn about these odd connecitons. Such as, for example, how the Stewart family, their mother'a maiden name was Cooper. But how could those white people be in any way realted to Bathsheba Cooper from college? Bathsheba was black so she was probably a COGIC, although I never really ever had any conservation there so I would only be guessing. 

Susie at one time was working for the college that I had attended, and recruiting people from COGIC among others. How are Susie and Bathsheba connected? How are Susie and Carmen Cooper connected? How are Bathsheba Cooper and Carmen Cooper connected? That could be an interesting thing for them to explain. 

Weird how they expect me to merge with them? I would have thought to be rid of them long ago, but where to escape to? Probably I would move across country only to find another thing about that, but I already did that anyway.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, sort of weird how some of these tacks seem sort of flattering. I could pretend to be dumber than I am, but then I would miss out on the joys of truth and discovery and kowledge gathering, so that is a tack that I could sort of live with. Why should I think less of my potential intelligence than strictly necessary just because of some tacky witch with an attitude problem. Can you cite magazine and page number? No? So shut up already. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, some of these tacks are sort of flattering on first glance, in a way, why should I be forced to think less of myself than deserved, Romans 12:3; Galatians 6:4, 5; Ephesians 2:10, although if taken to extreme that could break some things. Such as, for example, the way that sometimes the attitude of schoolteachers can seem sort of condescending, their classroom techniques spilling over to the general public when off-duty. But whatever. What of that? Who am I to argue with the CIA about these trivialities? How can the Doctor expect to effect a cure without any diagnosis? Just poke needles in people and see what comes out? Terrible. 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the time in 9th or 10th grade, pre-Tinker times, when there was an analogy made between Tom Hills as somehow corresponding to the Seven Hills of Rome, but what that meant was not that clear to collateral persons within earshot. What would a clueless Protestant make of these Catholic analogies and/or mtaphors. Personally I am not Catholic so I really do not understand where this discussion is going. Personally I tend to think that Tom would be an unsatisfactory substitute for a geographical location, but I only heard small parts of that discussion, not really what was the point of that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, how you took seriously the idiotic rantings of Kathy. Did she say that to be mean in a casual way that can be easily shrugged off as yet another of Kathy's meaninglessly weird and illogical and absurd sayings or were her motives of a more dark and evil and sinister and downright slanderous nature, a sort of witchcraft? Myself being long since innured to the idiotic rantings of Kathy, I am mostly inclined to shrug that off as yet another nonsensical thing that I would prefer to ignore, because otherwise if I tackle that there would be only more complications and I did not do anything tto deserve that. 

Yes, it is better that I not dignify the idiotic rantings of Kathy with any further comment. We do not like to encourage her nonsensical nonsense.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, how that Brazilian guy was appealing to me for some sort of proection, as if would know anything about him. All I know is what she said, and in my comments I did not verbalize the usual stereotype against icky sports guys, only because I do not know whether that would be true in his case or not. It might not be fair for me to reiterate the usual thing when I really don't know who that guy is anyway or even the first thing about him other than he was from Brazil.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, my sister's college roommate chose me to be her advice giver, and then announced her intentions ot marry that Brazilian basketball player, so whatever. Whatever I say will be the wrong thing to say. Do I advise her to reject him? Or do I advise her to go ahead and marry him? Either way, there could be complications in whatever I might think of saying. I think that guidance counselor will not be my choice of occupation. Needles to say. 

Also, don't I know that those basketball players are only in a Christian college for sports scholarship? They have no affinity with our philosophical notions of what it means to be a Christian. Sports people are notoriously frivolous and self-absrobed. They do not socialize with normal people. After the game is over, who knows where they congregate in some raunchy bars or joints that we would not care to be seen at, not with those worthless sports geeks. But should I expressly state that in this situation? How could she not already know that anyway/ How is she not already of wary of dating some half-naked jungle boy? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, fine, go ahead and kill me. The world might even be better off without me around to eat food and breath air and do stuff that you might not like anyway. That is how they did it in the days of the martyrs. Why should I be any better than that? So go ahead, shoot me.

Which Reminds M

Yes, only from reading the diaries of great-grandmother, do we learn something about the existence of Peggy, who was apparently a roommate of Suzanne's. From my viewpoint, without the diaries there is no Peggy. I never met this person and do not know anything about her, so it really would be too much presumption to assume anything about her attributes or relationship to my Dad's Cousin from what few things are said about her by great-grandmother. My Dad's Cousin Suzanne was a single woman schoolteacher in San Diego area. She had thought to find love among the Himalayans but was later disappointed to learn that it was not so. The diaries talk about her in a way that I had never thought of. I only remember the one time that she visited us in El Salvador during her year-long trek around the world, but that is another story for another day.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember thinking it a bit odd that you were so well-informed about the financial woes of the lately deceased Suzanne, who was my Dad's cousin. I myself know only what you would have told me about that, and nothing else can be learned from me on this topic. I did think it was a bit odd that you were so well informed about her late payment on the homeowner insurance policy, so that ahe was not covered  when she lost the lawsuit filed by the disgruntled tenant. Sad story there, but I do not know anything more about that. Why do you ask? Weird that you would ask. Weird that you would even think to ask something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not think that I owe any taxes at the moment, nest year will be another story, but why borrow tomorrow's troubles? Why couldn't you just forward the bill to my parents' address after I moved away, so that they could forward that on to me? Weird how I never hear the end of that. Yes, after I win the lottery it might be a good idea to hire a credit deep-cleaner to make sure all of that stuff is taken care of, but, oh, I forgot to buy lottery tickets, so I don't know when I would ever win the lottery.  And also, the odds are also good that I might be eaten by sharks.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting that you should point out to me an odd coincidence that I had not previously noticed, which is that on my Dad's side, my grandmother's name was Esther, whereas on my Mom's side, one of their lawyer's names is Haman. Oh, interesting that you should notice that long before I ever did. And there you were building a Gallows. How absurd. What a ridiculous thing for you to say. And also there was someone online talking about Esther's insatiable greed for violence and vengeance. Oh, interesting that you had thought of that odd coincidence, because I never would have thought of that any other way. I would rather cash in my paycheck and go home now, but no, you whackos apparently just want to kill more people. So? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, very clever, trying to throw me in a box of gross crudités with that pathetic thing. All I know is that she did not get that from me. I would never mention such a thing to these pathetically immature fairweather friends who jumped ship long ago. Who knows where they are floundering in that ocean of confusion.  Oh, so clever of you!  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, he might be surprised to learn how rarely I think about him at all. He lied about me to that guy, and that was weird enough already, because how do I ever fix that later, after the wrong information has circulated so widely and uninterruptedly, so obviously he cannot be trusted for any reason. But enough said about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one cannot help but wonder, who is that wicked evil Chinese woman? She is often heard screeching in my ear and hurling curses at me, her voice sounding shrill as if fingernails on a chalkboard, as if I would even know what she is talking about. Chinese people are so clueless about the internal politics of white people, and probably it is the othe way around also. What would I know about the internal politics of these Chinese people?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really do not understand why you insist on playing with those homicidal maniac tinker toys. Already a few years ago I threw out the tinker garbage that I had found clogging my mailbox, and now I find even more tinker knives sticking out of my back side. I hope you were not expecting me to go through that again. As if I did not know about the dueling mythology of the spiked head: was it a gypsy tinker or a Moorish runaway slave? Granted, the way that the death penalty was administered in medieval times was somewhat gory. Even so, the family history book contains only a passing reference to these matters in the interests of historical curisoity, (although the 1st edition is somewhat different than the 2nd or 3rd edition on these poings), not for the usage of those control freaks.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was sitting there in the library doing my homework, and I was sort of accosted by this person from Tallahassee, who is telling me that sad, shocking story about how she was date-raped by some guy back in her hometown of Tallahassee. He was apparently of a very impressive outward appearance, and yet we know that God looks not at the outward appearance. God sees the heart and all of these terrible things that happen, even if others may not have heard this story. So anyway, myself not being a trained counselor, I do not remember myself trying to give any advice. I was listening sympathetically to her sad story. I don't know what else to say about that. I think that it would be better if you get that from her in her own words because if I tried to explain what she said, surely I would make a mess of that. Besides which, I don't really know those people that well. I have other things on my mind than that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember there was a time at Regent, when I was sitting at a table in the library working on some project, and Kathy from Tallahassee came and started talking to me and was saying a lot of stuff about her personal experiences with dating men and so I was trying to be a good listener and sympathetic, but she did not tell me what his name was, but probably it was true about how men discriminate against women and that sort of thing. Yes, probably they do. So, yes, she probably knew what she was talking abourt even if I would not want to explain her story from a third-party listener viewpoint. It would be better if she would explain that herself in her own words.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, if I were guilty of a speeding ticket, you already know that I would admit guilt, useless to argue with the clocking machine. But beyond having apologized enough about that, I am not going to apologize for the vents of the other 10 or 20 police reports that got mixed up with mine. Needless to say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really had not started my life intending to serve as the poster child representative for extinct and displaced and/or uprooted people groups of the distant past, but anyway, life is short and then you die, s it is probably better for me to plan for my strategic withdrawal, rather than to fight vain battles that, even if I won, maybe the result would not be that helpful to all concerned. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, the way that Apostle Paul was recommending Justus, one can easily imagine him as being a nice guy, probably, but even so he was the wrong Jesus, not really the Savior of the world, so we cannot get very interested in all this yapping about the irrelevant Roberts family. I chose to attend another college, not their college, so there is really nothing all that compelling that I would need to discuss with them. I will not need the Roberts for anything. Needless to say.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I got the message that things there were rearranged after I left California, but Susie would know much more about that than I could ever think of. Why don't you ask Susie to explain what they did later? Why do I have to do all the work and heavy lifting of things they left all over the place in the new scrambled formet? I am not sure that I care that much.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I almost thought that I was glimpsing some pictures of Tim in there, but then again Tim always did like to pretend, so probably it was just one of those imaginary things. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that could be interesting to know, is that the only thing that you can think of, who was this mysterious woman hiding in the redwood forests during the proceedings of those Bohemian elite. Who could have outlined in advance all of these steps for the tracing, because certainly it really was not that important in my mind that I should have to spend years of my life yanked around by some imagiative unknown whackos? The oil is really not that lucrative, certainly not as lucrative as it might have been several decades earlier, so much so that the soap opera "Dallas" will never be reenacted. The whole logic of the Dallas plot no longer exists so the soap opera in retrospect seems completely ridiculous. There is no reason to even think about the oil business as anything but a function of government. The oil reserves people will put you in a line and you can just sit there and wait for a very long time for who knows what result if ever. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I never did forget the time when we were visiting at the mission house, and Mrs. Bueno was there and read aloud to us a letter sent to them from one of those people in South America, and it was really quite funny, the high level of snark, speaking to those of El Salvador sarcastically as living in "paradise," due to the much acclaimed success of the work there. Apparently, some of those South American works can barely get off the ground by comparison, although I don't really know. I have already been warned not to say anything more about that, so why bring that up again already. I am not suppose to say anything and there you go again trying to get me in trouble with the higher authorities. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, but I am forgetting where I got that stack of various magazines, a variety of sample magazines, back when I was thinking about looking into freelance writing. The idea is to get a sample of a magazine before you even think of querying to see whether you would even want to put your name on that, and then when you see what the magazine actually is, you might decide not to bother with that. There was a stack of several magazines that I had gotten somewhere, I forget where, it was not just that one magazine.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot imagine why I would need to invent stuff that never happened or comment on trivial conversations in which I did not participate, ot at least I am not recogninzing the original context of whatever was said, if anything. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is sort of annoying, perusing Mrs. Walker's three-volume history book about the work in Latin America, in which each country has a chapter, to note that she forgot to mention us under the chapter of "El Salvador," in the first volume, Even so, Susie's picture appears but you would never know that I existed if you go only by the writings of Mrs. Walker. And also, in the third volume, under the chapter of "Dominican Republic," there is a mention made of my Dad being in El Salvador and preparing lessons for the Royal Rangers of D.R., the Rangers being an educational program for boys, in the same paragraph as something about George Davis. So perhaps we could drive a truck through the holes in Mrs. Walker's history book, but anyway, why would I want to argue with the saintly elders of Peru? What is in print is the only thing that some people can remember, but anyway, if only God knows what happened, perhaps that is enough to know.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember Mrs. Walker saying that they are dropping me off somewhere, sort of a way of saying not to expect anything from the Walkers, the Walkers will not be putting out the welcome mat for me. Oh, and I had completely forgotten about the Walkers. Who were the Walkers? The only Walkers that I had ever heard of were living in Peru earlier, but now who knows where the Walkers are scattered about on the globe. Given that I was not expecting to hear from the Walkers anyway, it does seem odd that the Walkers would go out of their way to disassociate themselves from me so forcefully, given that on my own I never would have thought of contacting them anyway. What is Peru? What is Chile? What is Argentina? What is Ecuador? Those of the South America region doubtless have diverging notions about how things should be or should have been done, but anyway, whatever, it is too late now to rewrite history. Anyway, if the Walkers want to think of Peru as the gold standard for how things should be, they are entitled to their own opinion. She wrote a book, "Peruvian Gold." Whether or not we are of another opinion is beside the point in this matter.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during sixth grade, there was a John Stuart, or was it Jon Stuart?, attending our little school. He was an eighth grader, as were Jody Houk and Jeff Wilder. Those guys got the idea of making a military club of the school, and assigned us ranks more or less corresponding to our grade level. Thus, I am outranked by the Stuart as well as by Susie Stewart, who was a grade higher than us, and on a level with Sammy and Dawn, and don't you forget that. 

Coincidentally, I recently read somewhere that Hitler's living descendants are the Stuart-Houston family. And who would know whether Jon Stuart was Hitler's cousin-in-law? Houston is only a state of mind, not a Not-see hideout that I know of. But I do not know much.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with Mr. Yanko Die-A-Critical, who is occasionally glimpsed wielding the Accusative Case on automatic pilot. Enough of that. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that Mr. Coffey had died, and that his family was not interested in fact-checking. They probably forgot that Becky was his tour guide, but there is not much that I can actually say about that in a public way from my hearsay viewpoint. The only thing that I can remember is the time that he took us all out for an evening of bowling at the one and only bowling alley. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing you say that you are going to put on me all the people that I don't like, and my answer to that would be that, anyway, you already did that and the result is that here we are back again at ground zero, the starting point, as if nothing had ever happened anyway. And anyway, there won't be enough time left over now before I am due to check out of this planetary existence, so you will have to take up your quarrel with the next generation, because anyway, it was never my job to conduct brain surgery on those Bohemian deviants. I just had no clue. And who are you? We were never properly introduced.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember learning that our Barth ancestor was from Saxony, a southern region of Germany, or else Baden, depending on which document you happen to be looking at. So obviously we are not Bohemians. And then there is another ancestor who traces back to Prussia. So, yes, we are not Bohemians. However, the said Barth ancestor immigrated to America in 1849, at age 53, bringing his family of five children born in Germany. Thus we skipped all of that other German history that came later. We just don't know much about that.