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Yes, I vaguely remember my Mom saying that they can be found in Throckmorton. Trockmorton is a small Texas town, in the 1930 census listing, Mom's family living there at the time, although my mother was not born until the next year. What you won't find there is the Binley boy, of whom various theories are now appearing on Youtube videos. No, that would not be us. Maybe you can find some other family to torment with your bizarre theories, whoever they were I just have no idea. 

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Yes, I am sort of glad to hear that Susie in Arizona can hear that, because anyway here at my house I really cannot hear some of that. For me just to vomit something that Susie told me about that would not seem fair to anyone involved because I really do not know much else about that. I really would not be able to put that into any sort of perspective because I do not even remember who those people were that Susie was talking about. You could always double-check with Miriam on that. 

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Yes, I am sorry that Martha has such an unbelievably tragic and horrible family history, but it is really NOT my fault that they have so much garbage in their past, that any unsuspecting passerby might inadvertently trip on, and what about that? I am just grateful to NOT be related to them. I do not remember Martha ever contributing a dime to my income or mental well-being, so what about that? I am only just barely aware of their existence, her high school locker being adjacent to mine, a mere coincidence of alphabetical order, the alphabet being what it is. 

Sometimes life deals some yucky stuff that Martha will have to deal with in her own way, while refraining from killing innocent bystanders such as myself. 

I have no desire to get stuck in Puerto Rico. That was also her problem, not mine.    

Yes, interesting how I had not heard that other story about Camden Grey. Thanks to AI for filling in some gaps in my knowledge base. What else don't I know about that? And how did they hear that story? And what are all of these illegal contracts and deals you made with my illegal aunts and uncles? As if that were not all null and void and dormant anyway. As if there were something to be worried about in regards to that. Weird. Why are all these people tying themselves up in pretzel knots over nothing? 

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Yes, I do not know what they do for groceries in Europe, our Publix grocery stores are so good at what they do anyway, but even if we in America think that European food rules and not as good as ours, Asian food is so much worse, at least that is how it seems to us. Well, I probably would not starve to death anywhere, I would probably find something good to eat, but what a hassle.   

 

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Yes, blah blah blah, what is all this about Martha needing me to defend her against the concerted plots and attacks of the feral cat gang? I do not think that I can contribute anything to the conversation beyond what already was said, as I already said. I do not know anything else about that. Enough said. 

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Yes, it is very hard to go back and fix the layers upon layers of misunderstandings that have accumulated over the past 400 years. At some poine you just have to let the accountants and lawyers do the math and let the chips fall where they may. I have no idea what would be the result, but the math is the math, the math is what it is. Yes, we should not be forgetting our illustrious high school math teacher, Mr. Schoenberg. Better to do the math first than argue endlessly about stupid stuff to no effect. 

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Yes, we heard that they were fired from Granada but we do not know the why or what happened. And we also have our own issues that we are not interested in discussing in public. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, what was that entire thesis that you had written about Lillian Thrasher, a single woman missionary and the orphanage that she founded in Egypt, maybe near the Nile? I cannot say that I understood what you meant by that. There was not enough of that to require me to pay any taxes on that.  

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Yes, I do not understand why anyone would care now about my 10th grade book report on "Gulliver's Travels." 

Oh, did you think that was a bad word, when I was pronouncing the names of the various imaginary and non-existent countries that Jonathan Swift had concocted in his novel satire? Well, that may be saying something about your sick mind, more about your sick and twisted way of thinking than about anything that I said or thought that I had said. Besides which, there was no law against reading the entire book, so what about that? Nobody ever said don't read that. Aren't there an abundance of movies already that bear the title simply "Gulliver's Travels," whatever that meant?  

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 Yes, I am suddenly reminded of my 10th grade oral book report on "Gulliver's Travels" by Jonathan Swift, for Miss Marken's English honors class. It was interesting to learn that the book contains more than just Lilliput, there were also other imaginary and non-existent countries that do not get as much public attention in the movies. Lilliput gets most of the attention. Some Americans point to various ancient travel accounts to try to place Gulliver in Nicaragua's Mosquito Coast, but anyway that is not so clear. The Mosquio people like to assume the credit for their various points and stingers, even though anyway it was only a satire, not really serious history. And anyway, who can even say where those places are now, four hundred years later, when so much has changed. 
I understand that better now than I did in 10th grade, but anyway, it is not necessary to completely understand Jonathan Swift. Who would even remember Jonathan Swift it he had not written "Gulliver's Travels," because his other stuff is more ephemeral. But Gulliver says something about the 17th century as the Age of Exploration, a time inundated by travel books of discovery. 
But anyway, that was 10th grade. Nobody cares about that now. And how could those Mosquito people from Nicaragua get a foot in the classroom door? They were not even there so what would they know.  
 

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Yes, I seem to have noticed that I have been hacked, but anyway, it is really too late to do much about that now at my advanced age. If hindsight were foresight I could have done some other things, but anyway I did try some other things, and they always seem to find a way to trip me up somehow, so it is just all for not. Better to hunker down and try not to give them more free stuff than absolutely necessary, because anyway life is short.  

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Yes, always the worst-case scenario with restaurant sloppeneur plus Murphy's Law running the show, And what about that? I cannot pretend stuff that never happened. The floating island it turns out was an African ethnica group, not really an India retreat, but the edges are always blurry in these books.  

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Yes, you people are just barking up the wrong tree. You will never ever be able to attach me to Michael O'Farrell, and whatever his thing was, so just get over yourself now already. If you try to attach me to that, you will ultimately end by blowing out your own stupid Heidi brains, which certainly would be interesting to see, but be warned. There is just none of that in my head. 

At one time there was an entire colony of feral cats living in the hedges of Grandpa Calkins' house. They were sort of cute tri-colored cats but there was no way to that humans could interact with them, so eventually animal control had to be called to come and take them away. There was no other remedy.  

 I am more concerned about my own safety and security than I am about Martha's attitude problem.   

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Yes, who can forget the Medical Mission Singers, they were good, the tape that we had of them, I liked their songs, but I have not listened to them for a very long time. This is not quite the time for that. Some days I want to listen to something else and throw the nuns job on them, so to speak.   

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Yes, sort of weird to hear a bunch of stuff about school, and Pennsylvania, and then finally we find the German Pennsylvania Poet, and then we put that next to that very old picture of great-grandmother's classmate from her schooldays, and also great-grandfather's ancestor being from Southern Germany, and then, so, what about that?   

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Yes, we have our share of parasites after having lived for some time in a foreign country, needless to say. 

Yes, I vaguely remember that I agreed to meet that guy at McDonald's, across the street from where I worked, and there was nothing to add to that, beyond we did meet there and talked for a few minutes. He was self-absorbed with his business as an Elvis impersonator so that was not all that interesting anyway. Sometimes there just isn't any reason to continue this conversation. 

And when do I get to cut Martha's head off? That could be interesting, but, oh, the rules don't seem to apply to them.