Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during my year at Evangel College, I lived on Spence 3rd North floor, and partway through the year there was a talent show, and one of the persons who lived on our floor, June from a few doors down the hall, performed a skit in which she played the role of Bette Davis, delivering the famous lines inviting people to go  upstairs to see her, although the way she says that ensures that nobody wants to be reminded of that later. Wasn't she from Massachusetts? But I will need to leave Evangel, in part to liberate myself from June's weird schemes that I am not understanding. I hear weird mutterings, stuff about how I am going to be their slave, and other things about other people of previous years whose things they are applying minndlessly,  but I cannot really get a handle on that. When are those weird people going to get a clue, I am gone.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, how those former friends came to visit us at our other house years later, and they were full of anti-missionary jokes, which was quite alarming. Very bad jokes typical of a low-level type of peasant, to be sure. But how to address that issue would seem a bit clunky, given that they are openly mocking and deriding us. I would rather let others defend us, and not have to do it all myself. But we will probably not get much help from those other brats. They are so worried about defending their own mother, that there is nothing further to be expected from them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you bet I do, you big-time gamblers. And life is full of risks, isn't it, so we often say one thing and then do another. Right. But anyway, I would not want to qualify for something that I did not really want anyway. It would be quite alright if they would just walk away and and stop pretending to be our fri4ends.. That would be fine with me. We did not ask for their help and we did not want them that way anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and all that they had to do was to rename the naacp to something more indicative of the color of a mud fence, but anyway, who ever thinks about that? I don't want to say that, I don't even want to notice that, much less have to say that.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, during the two years that we lived in that house on the street called Calle San Antonio Abad, when I was maybe 9 and 10 years old, that one evening we were invited to the birthday party of one of the girls who lived across the street. We go there and after the initial refreshments there was this Catholic box thing that they are going to carry back to its resting place a short distance away, so we agree to walk with them during this event, and we walk a couple of blocks over and turn up a street, and suddenly we are in a completely different part of town, a somehwat antique looking district that I have not seen before or since. And we are walking along and they are having this Catholic ceremony and I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable with being there, but anyway I am only 9 or 10 years old and I am not going to walk back alone when I do not know where I am. Later I hear some stuff online, people commenting about the rare presence of white people in that place, what are those white girls doing there, and so forth. So perhaps I was exposed to some things that I might not have noticed otherwise. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how those guys from college used to be so funny, they were always so full of humorous little things to say, and now they are completely dead. What happened. Take for example Dave Rogers. Nothing but a uppity-up corpse remains of that formerly funny guy. Deader than a doornail. Worthless. I could name a few other who are similarly dead. Up is a hollow prize for a shallow mind. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird. Tim Triplett led a group of people from church, to a nearby jail/reform school facility, where we were to put on a religious program for the benefit of the incarcerated persons there. Tim made a big show of choosing Lisa Oped to perform in his skits. I was not chosen to perform in any skits. Ok, fine. Whatever. The weird thing about that was how she berated me for pretending to belong to the drama club, which I had never claimed to belong to, so whatever. Yes, so I never belonged to Heidi's drama club during college. Ok, fine. And why is Lisa Oped pretending to have attended college in California, unless she is prepped for staging by Jennie Cerullo, who seems to be well connected to the Italian community here in South Florida. And Jennie herself was only a cheerleader, although at the Halloween party she played the role of mafia grandmother in a skit with some guys that I do not remember much about, I only glimpsed that from a far distance and the sound system was not that good in the gymnasium so I could not hear much of what was happening on stage.