Yes, speaking of Seattle, I am again reminded of the existence of Mercer Island, a place where the Calkins Hotel was destroyed by fire in 1908. So what about that? There was nothing remaining, everything was gone. Besides which, the owner was C. C. Calkins, Charles, not us. There was no reason for us to go to the state of Washington to find nothing, actually. My Dad's relatives had a farm somewhere up there, maybe Oregon, but who knows where they are now. I am not sure that I ever met them anyway, much less did I ever make acquaintance of this irrelevant unknown stranger named Jessica, to whom I have zero connection whatsoever. Blah blah blah. The way they talk, observers might get the mistaken impression that we are acquainted. Actually not. That was not us. How many times do I have to conduct brain surgery, so as to explain to the idiot riff-raff people of Michigan that there is no money. I have no jobs for them.
Wednesday, September 9, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, Sue. That was Sue. He Sued himself but he also made it vrery inconvenient for me to relieve him of his confusion. Sometimes we just let these people stay confused because they alternate could be worse.
Monday, September 7, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, later I heard that Jim Mazurek (MK-Chile) had married a native Chilean woman, but I never really had occasion to ask them about their peculiarly stupid slang problem. Maybe I never will ask. Maybe I do not want to be bothered by that in future.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I vaguely remember that they asked me to do that, to help organize a standing ovation indicating approval of the student body for the deal of the moment, but anyway, weird that I would be hearing about that later. Shortly after that happened, I was hanging out with Darla Stafford and Jim Mazurek (MK-Chile) and Jim made some weird comment about me and the football players, indicative only of his own imaginary notions, nothing that I said. I was a bit alarmed because I had no memory of myself having signed any contract selling myself to the as yet non-existent team. Maybe I don't need the headache of their fancifully unreal notions of who I am actually not. So why, after all these years, am I still harassed by them? We were not acquainte. I was not interested. Obviously, it is just as well that I discontinued that conversation.
Sunday, September 6, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, have I forgotten that was all staged? Som people were told to stand up and applaud at a certain point in the proceedings, and that would prompt everybody else to do the same. So it was not that I cared about you personally, it was only that I did what they asked me to do and that was the end of that story, nothing more to say about that. Nothing personal. Goodbye!
Which Reminds Me
Yes, it was sort of puzzling to ponder, how were you expecting me to swim all the way to Cuba with this concrete block tied around my neck. Forget that.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I read somewhere online, in a report on Calkins DNA, something about the marker they found indicating that we might be descended from some ancient Irish people of the 4th century A.D. Weird how people would take that seriously. And the French are here with their Salic Laws to ensure that no girl could ever make us of that, that is to say, to nullify any effect whatsoever.