Which Reminds Me

Yes, you are telling me, because I have no idea of one thing to say about their evil Italian mafia trash money. Not my problem. Glad to be rid of them. Oh, I had thought we would have rid ourselves of them by now. But it is more complicated than I had thought.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not remembering the particular details of the assignment that sent me to a meeting place in Downtown Miami, on that particular day, at that particular time and place, where I was introduced to the black version of Peebles. I no longer remember them. I was only doing my job. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, according to my research on Ancestry.com, this man, Robert Graham Peebles, born 1938, was the husband of Candace Thompson, born 1947 in Indiana, who is said to be my third cousin once removed, because her great-grandfather, John Burrey, was the brother of my great-great-grandmother, Rhoda Burrey, both descended from Jacob Burry, born 1815, in Peensylvania, and his wife, Mary Anne Carr. Not to mention there many siblings and cousins. But this is too many connections to have to remember all the time. Nice to have Ancestry.com as a place to store all this data for future reference. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am vaguely reminded that my great-grandmother was a Burrey, and also one of their ancestors is a Burry, but beyond that there is no other connection that I know of. It is a very small thing not worth mentioning. One of my great-grandmother's in-laws or some such thing, not really a "top of mind" topic for discussion.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how the Benners were obsessing on Singapore. There really was not that much to it, and the world has changed much too drastically now to ever go back to that again. I would not want to be bound again by those low-level widgets, thanks anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was 10 years, and my sister 8, we put on a show or two for the neighbors across the street. We painted the backdrops and who knows what else. I forget what we did for a show, but it was easy for white children to entertain brown children, or at least it was fairly easy back in the day, before people got so sophisticated that they forgot who we were or why we were there. If you are still obsessing about our shows, perhaps you are that guy who lived in a sort of shack house down the street. They seem to live quite comfortably in the open air courtyard and only retreat to the tiny inside rooms only to sleep, but there was no air conditioning there so that made sense. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how dare you intrude on my personal life with your worthlessave Hunt hotel garbage. I will not need you hotel maids for anything. Everything is already dumped anyway. If I had known all you wanted was a joke about hotel maids, we could have settled that long ago, but you went too far. Next you will want to audition for the role of Bam Bam in the Flintstones, which is really no  concern of mine. Not my problem.