Which Reminds Me

Yes, It is unfortunate sometimes to find that anything that I might do would face a wave of Gross resistance from who3ever that was, Just because there is some sort of indescribable attachment in the green room, does not mean that I care that much. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I wrote a poem, and I was surprised to learn that I could do that, and then I wrote a few other poems, and then sister found the poems and thought they were so ridiculous, same with my diary. So I gradually stopped trying to write poems. Forget that, because poetry just makes my life miserable. Same with writing a diary, after sister found my diary. Enough said about that. 

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.