Which Reminds Me

Yes, you really should organize yourselves into some logical order. Beyond that, I really could not care less now about keeping track of his various former girlfriends and love interests and/or crushes. It was only because he was talking about her that any commentary was offered by way of awkward conversation and/or small talk, and even so I have no memory now of who she was or even what was her name. I never thought about her again. Who cares now? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is sort of funny to remember what standing in line meant down there versus here in the U.S. Down there when you go to the snackstand and at certain times there is a huge mob of people clamoring to buy something and only two or three attendants, so you have to get their attention somehow and the whole scene gets quite unruly with people screaming and pushing themselves in front of other people and so forth. Traffic signs were few there. And then you come to the U.S. and you are expected to stand in line and wait patiently for your turn, even Disneyland has ropes for you to organize yourselves into a chronological order of logical sense. 

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder how does that vulgar Honduran Lunatic get off pretending to be a U.S. citizen, much less get elected to Congress. But anyway, who wants to be mistaken for one of those mutated Latina monsters? You probably get all of your wrong information from Bobby's Mexican ex-girlfriend, Cindy Lopez. Not that I care. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was grateful, in ninth grade, that I was promoted to honors class science. That meant that no longer ever see Luna ever again. What a relief. That was a shockingly sad end to our conversation, but there was nothing more that I would need to say about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is hard for me to remember those old-time days when the WWII propaganda of Looney Tunes was everywhere. I am not so much rmembering that nowadays, but was that Rick I noticed hanging out with the Three Dog Night gang? But I really would not know anything about that. I was never his "better" half, in a manner of speaking. 

Yes, I too would have bought their other records, if they had ever been made, but who knows what happened to them? It is hard to ask when they only want to be hostile.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Reuben had some crazy story about her work in Clewiston, how she had done a huge expose of the sugar industry, with some help from her boyfriend who worked inside the sugar mills, and gave her special access to the financial records or whatever it was that she used to write her stories. To my thinking, her methods would raise some scary ethical issues, even if the sugar industry had issues that needed to be exposed or not. But I never explored that further. I did not want to see more about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, in a way it made sense for them to fire me, because, apart from the goofy things that i did wrong and served as useful excuses for that purpose, also Mr. Robinson had recently recruited his tribal cousin Ms. Reuben to move up there from Clewiston, with grand intentions for her career, so clearly why keep me hanging around there waiting for nothing to happen. They get along so much better, they understand each other so well and work so well together, those Robinsons and Reubens, and I just do not belong to that tribe, probably never will be able to "understand" that arrangement. In a way it was sort of a relief for me to be rid of them, to be able to get on with my life apart from their insular tribal clique.