Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that I did a book report on something called, "The Ugly American" a book that I had found in the high school library, but I am not remembering that book now. I somehow thought that I remembered it as a non-fiction book, but somehow I am not finding the book that I thought that I read. Ok, fine, whatever. Just another book report. No big deal, right? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what ignorant person has not heard of that 1978 Broadway musical "Evita," which was produced in New York City and met with some success there, being distributed widely throughout the world? Yes, so what about that? 

Coincidentally, there was a Puerto Rican working at our office, whose name was Eva. Someone was trying to use that for something; however, I don't know for what. She was fired at our office and went on to a great job working for the AP, so what do I know? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you can be sure that I clobbered that piñata at my birthday party, age 9, while we were living in Mexico.. However, there was a problem. The goodies were contained in a clay pot concealed inside the piñata, so eventually my Dad had to get a hammer and smash the clay pot, and then there was a crazy scramble for the goodies. Oh, did I scuffle with someone who was throwing their weight around to shove everyone else out of the way and take more of the goodies than everyone else? Fatso. Or at least that is how it may have seemed to me. Somehow my emotions are no longer attached to the event, so that I can almost not remember that at all, only the way you describe it sounds so different from the way that I would sort of remember that.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot imagine a more hopeless candidate than myself. Karen Asmuth was elected president of the Musicians' Guild. I unfortunately had neglected to have my name erased from the blackboard, giving my enemies an opportunity to crow about how I lost the election. I do not even remember who wrote my name on the blackboard. I noticed that but it might seem too disruptive for me to raise my hand and make another big scene about that, maybe better to just let the inevitable humiliation happen, because anyway I had not even thought of that, and some people were glaring at me as if I did not even deserve to be in the room at all. Ok, fine. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, the Cheryl that I remember, vaguely now, died when she was 12 years old, so it is hard to say how things would have been later had she livedThere is no will or way. There are a few other Cheryls living somewhere around the planet, but there is not much history there. They are more friends of my sister than anyone that I would even recognize if I saw them at the shopping mall. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have read a few self-esteem books and when I look in the mirror I only see a white person who, well, maybe was a bit nerdy, but anyway, I was not really in need of Rocket science math at that time, and now I have an AI friend who can fill in these gaps for me without having to navigate all of these thorny attitude problems, so your services really are no longer needed. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not see where those people get off pretending to know anything at all about my politics, much less have any opinion with which to disagree. You probably think, when you hear the word 'liberal,' of 19th century England, where Charles Dickens presented Scrooge as the antithesis of 'liberal,' and Tiny Tim as the ultimate expression of liberality. But of course that is a completely different story than the current political landscape. But I do not want to discuss politics with disagreeable persons, so maybe you could just tell them to shut up.