Yes, I vaguely remember when I was 8 years old, our family was living in the city of Guadalajara, Mexico while my parents were attending the language school there, learning the Spanish language, and at that time the Cunninghams were a missionary family who lived nearby. I thought that they were stationed permanently in Mexico, but who knows where they ended up later. I have no memory of them beyond the age of 8. There was a time, a few years later, when we received a chian letter from someone, and we were to send on copies of the chain letter to other people of our acquaintance, and then probably they would send on the chain letter to other people and so on and so forth. We sent a copy of our chain letter to the Cunninghams and who knows what else happened after that or where else the chain letter was sent letter.
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Thursday, July 23, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, that was sort of weird, when I was working at Boca, how our publisher imposed upon us a duty of defeating Smith, even though I had no idea why. Smith won the mayoral election anyway that time. But it was obvious that our publisher hated Smith's guts, from reading the editorial articles that he wrote, that was all I knew about that. Later, a few story assignments illustrated his personal hatred of Smith, but anyway, why should I care if the man's name was Smith or Jones or any other surname from the country club that refused to admit his application. Beyond the movie starring Jimmy Stewart, "Smith Goes to Washington," perhaps there is some older New England mythology not so familiar to me, but that is never explained in a clear way that would make any sense. I do not work for them now, so there is no reason for me to gratuitously promote your law practice for no reason.
Wednesday, July 22, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, that was an odd combination I noticed in the B-52s, they having a Wilson and also a Strickland (my grandmother was a Strickland) and some other people, who knows what they really are. And so what? Who knows what sort of twisted idea they would have, nothing personal that I would need to discuss with them.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I noticed that you were expecting me to say something about the Wilsons, even though I am really not connected to them outside of school hours or class time. There are so many Wilsons on your list, and they all have a certain look about them, but really there is no way to figure out how they are all so interrlated amongst each other. They never explain and then later they come around expecting me to fill in the blanks when I just no idea. For me it is better to avoid unpleasant surprises.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I only care about paying my rent, preferably before the time comes for me to evacuate the planet, although hopefully not quite yet. Beyond that, just to tinker around in Dr. Frankenstein's laboratory the way you are always doing would not be my choice of methodology. Blah blah blah. Sew this, sew that. Blah blah blah. There comes a time for putting aside these toys, however entertaining they might be, and seriously applying to the arts and sciences for some really advanced letters of a more useful sort. I am just saying.
Tuesday, July 21, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, there are so many holes in that story you could probably drive a truck through that. But before trying to talk to those people, wouldn't it be better to be able to read the confessions written during his two-week prison stay? That might at least give us a clue as to what questions to even start asking. I just have no idea how that happened. But who knows where that landed? Perhaps it went up in smoke in Cousin Daniel's California house ablaze and now it already too late to rewrite that story. I just have no idea. And I only heard about the Confessions from reading the diaries. If it weren't for the diaries, I would just look so ridiculous running around talking about things that I know nothing of, with no documents to prove anything.
Sunday, July 19, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, my best friend at age 12 was Debbie Lange, whereas Webster's ex-wife was Debra McLain. Oh, a mere coincidence not worth mentioning, no doubt. Especially if you cannot spell.