Which Reminds Me

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. 

Which Reminds Me

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. 

Which Reminds Me

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? 

Which Reminds Me

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.   

 

Which Reminds Me

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. 

Which Reminds Me

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. 

Which Reminds Me

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. 

Which Reminds Me

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.  

Which Reminds Me

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?  

Which Reminds Me

 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.  
 

Which Reminds Me

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.  

Which Reminds Me

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.  

Which Reminds Me

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.   

Which Reminds Me

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.   

Which Reminds Me

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?   

Whch Reminds Me

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.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Jim Lori started attending our church. He was a co-worker of Michelle and I think they had dated. Pam was saying that years later they met Jim and his eventual wife somewhere. Yes, I probably should not repeat what Pam said about that in such a public space. Sometimes these people appear and then they disappear shortly after that without ever really seeming to understand what that was all about. So let's just say that Jim Lori could be easily categorized as one of those clueless ones who disappeared from view. I am not sure whether anything stuck with him, he was so gone already.  

And then there was the time that I gave him a ride to church for some reason, and he was expressing to me his cynical idea about how preachers are in it for financial gain or public acclaim or something like that. And I was not sure how to answer that because anyway sometimes people have unrealistic expectations and also sometimes God works even using flawed characters to achieve something that maybe Jim Lori just doesn't get because anyway he was only a bank teller. 

The other bank tellers were Vic and Michelle. Didn't they all work at the same bank? I don't remember. You would have to ask them.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, here in America we are only allowed to play 'trick or treat' once a year, and this year's day for that is already a month past, next time around would be in another eleven months from now. next year. No great hurry there, those three bank tellers can wait forever as far as I am concerned. If the money is not forthcoming from the top of the food chain, probably not much hope of anything trickling down to the level of bank tellers, so who really cares what they say. But the bank tellers are paid to stand there and do their duties, whatever that is, so I am not trying to pick an argument with them, only saying there is no reason for them to be bothering me about nothing much. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that the FBI/CIA never gave me any credit for having half a brain, much less sent a job offer that included any specific details on compensation, working hours and conditions, benefits, etc. so I do not know why I would need to knock myself trying to satisfy the arbitrary demands of unspecified and/or not clearly identified persons who I may or may not like very much outside of work requirements, for very vague an undefined purposes that apparently cannot be verbalized in a public way. I am just saying.... 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of odd, when the subject of singleness came up, Sandra's opinion was that the surplus of single women were as if widows because all the potential husbands died in the Vietnam War. So that was her fanciful way of interpreting singleness, although it does not really work out very well in practice. Many single women who never had a husband cannot qualify for the allotted benefits of widowhood in the apostlic distributions, so that creates a problem that was not asked for. And so what if they are young or old, how can they remarry when they never had a husband in the first place? Thus, Sandra's logic was not helpful in this case. Needless to say. Obviously. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that my roommate was there at the time. The door to her room was positioned catty-corner to my door in the two-bedroom apartment. And why can't she speak and explain why she had her boyfriend inside the apartment at 11 o'clock at night? I certainly did not let him in. But she rarely said much anyway so I'll just leave them to figure out their own relationship without any further help from me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, although I really do not understand their immigration paperwork, and the current status of that, it might seem impolite for me to ask give that I am not the police, and it might seem impertinently nosy for me to ask so many questions about every acquaintance, every foreign-looking person I might see strolling around the grocery store, so given that immigration paperwork is not my problem, I really do not see the point of continuing this conversation about nothing much. I just don't know. 

I hopw you were not expecting me to hire Martha's brother for no particular reason. We are not unaware of them, but there would be no reason for us to call them at their office when their legal ervices are not necessary. (Oh, did you know that they work in immigration law?) Sounds like a joke coming from you. 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that she was my roommate for about two months while I was living in Virginia, and she was a counseling major, and she was dating that black guy, and one evning at about 11 p.m. I was needing to use the bathroom which was across the hall from my room, and so, wearing my terrycloth robe, I opened the door to my room, and at that very exact moment her boyfriend was walking down the hall, and I had not been aware of him being in my house, why did I not hear that, and so I closed my door and retreated to wait for a better time shortly after he left. So I don't understand why I am still hearing about that this many years later. What an utterly rude guy he must have been, but I never talked to him, he was my roommate's boyfriend was all that I can remember about him.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it would seem superfluous and overly insignificant to bother to mention that I am NOT related to Johnny in any way, much less to his extended family. They were barely acquaintances. And didn't his brother marry that evil Cuban hissy snake, why else would there be this huge storm of ridiculously irrelevant commotion. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, back in the day when we were attending a church in Hialeah, sometimes the youth would be going out somewhere after church, and for these occasions, the church had a van that was used to drive everyone home later, because the parents were already gone home separately. The drive of the van was Johnny, but I do not remember myself needing to pay him any tips or fees to do that. He was the pastor's son so probably that was part of his job anyway, not to worry. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the times when the activists would fill my editor's ear with gossip and/or scottlebutt about what was going on at City Hall, so then I would be assigned to go to City Hall to regurgitate these editorial directives, and then finding nothing of the sort, and somewhat to the contrary, I must with all due respect write the story that I found, or that could be found, rather than the story that could not be found.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, your wicked "Johnny" rental jokes have not gone unnoticed, but we have other things on our mind at the moment. There is a time for doing something about that, as the proverb says, but maybe not yet. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really do not want to intrude on Susie's private Christmas, almost the only thing she does in her tape is list all the Christmas presents that she received. Not to worry. I might not get around to recording my answer until maybe March or April. At that time the memory of the Arkansas visitors was still fresh on our minds. We would soon be packing to leave. This tape has obviously been around the block already, so many people are sending out clues about this, so probably it would not matter if I post it somewhere. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to the Pidal family from Argentina? They migrated to California where they were working for Brother Paul and who knows what else might be said about them. Did not sound like they would be returning to their home country ever, but then again you never know where these people go later. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember myself thinking that maybe you are talking about a secret movie in a cave that I am not allowed to see, for whatever reasons matters now. I suppose that it could be interesting to go to some faraway place to see this secret move, but that could be too expensive, not to mention dangerous. Maybe you could just put it all on a DVD and post it on Youtube or live stream to that everyone can see how to differentiate myself from that. I might not be able to comment without knowing what they are talking about. Huh? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and then there is the matter of our branch of the McClellans being overcast by a cloud of Moore stuff. Well, at least we are not related to those Lebanese people who adopted the Moore surname by way of faking English roots. No, that would not be us. We will not need the Moores of Lebanon for anything. Their money does not buy anything here. For the same reason, I have no need of Beth Green's Moore stuff. They certainly are crafty people, even if there be nothing that I would need or want to buy at their expensive store. Who has time for hobbies without money? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that we already went over this years ago, yet again I am reminded of the time during my first year of college, at Evangel, when Jan Green was my roommate for 2-3 months. So there were some weird things about that. All of this excessive interest makes me wonder whether I am on the Green list of persons to be knocked off on their way to the top of the ladder, but I would be only be guessing. After all, my blood type just does not matter. And were they acquaintances of my mother's cousin who lived in Tulsa? These matters are too complicated for me to be bothered about.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember a time or two or maybe more when I had the distinct impression that those guys were saying things about me behind my back, things that are pieces of their vivid imaginary fantasy world, nothing that I can put my thumb on, yet which affect my ability to function. I would be interested to learn more about what these fantastical myths that they actually said about me behind my back. Oh, wouldn't that be nice if I were a wealthy heiress with abundant money to fund their unknown project? I think that if they are going to be hacking my life that way, they should also be providing these mysterious funding mechanisms that they speak of in the foggy tones of back-story myth. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that the book, "To Kill A Mockingbird," was on our high school reading list. I suppose that she would remember that, too. But I digress. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, of course, the daily lives of these famous celebrities are chronicle often in the gossip columns of newspapers and magazines, but whatever, that has no bearing on my personal life. Thee people seem almost as if nothing more than pictures in magazines, but one can easily imagine that these people may have a physical existence elsewhere on the plaent. I really don't know much about that. I am glad they are not my problem, although it is somewhat important to stay current on the news and trends, generally speaking.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have noticed that scripting is demanding that something be said about those simple-minded Nicaraguans who imagine themselves ascended to British royalties, due to the lowlife scummy rock star who dumped them later anyway. We had heard something about that during high school, but I do not remember. Maybe Joan could fill you in on the details of that. My mind is mostly a blank on that topic. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do hope that I do not have to explan that I am NOT going to go "Under the Guns in Bayreuth." I read the book but have no personal relationship with those people. Sometimes just reading the book is not enough to really know much about what was happening outside of the pages. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did not retain an actualy police report from the event, but you can always check in with State Farm. It was their job to cover that so they would have all the related paperwork. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember reading that book, "Anointed for Burial," in which the catastrophic destruction of that country was described, and yet maybe that was not permanent, because anyway later there are still other people living their normal lives there and life goes on. 

Which Remids Me

Yes, as I was saying, wouldn't that be nice if Mr. Right would have appeared somewhere along the way, whether in high school or college or even early career. That would have been ideal. Doesn't everyone eventually find their life partner eventually? But apparently there is no Mr. Right for me, only a dreary mess. Take for example the dreary bores of high school. How is that that those dreary Italian bores are not yet shipped directly home to Italy? Oh, they work for the CIA? So I had better keep my stupid mouth shut because anyway the government pays them directly to harrass me and make my life miserable.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not understand why you think that I would need to win her game. I would need to win her game like I would need a big hole in my head. Did you think that I would want to be their family dog? No, of course not. How sick can you be?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during high school there was a special rehearsal at their house one evening, and I suppose it could be interesting to remind everyone that it turns out that their family dog was named Candy, so that every time they would be calling "Candy, Candy," they were talking to their dog. No, they were not talking to me. Needless to say. I suppose that they may choose to name their dog whatever they want. Just don't expect me to come running, besides which my name is spelled with an "i," not a "y." Not that the dog would notice that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I can easily imagine that could have been quite the existential crisis for a third-grade boy who lost the trophy to the second-grade girl. I vaguely remember that later he was sort of bullying or threatening me to exact my girl submission, which would seem sort of predictable anyway, as boys generally speaking are made of lizards and snails and puppy dog tails, as the poem says. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the time when I would have been about age 13, in El Salvador, and my sister and I were walking home with our friend Susie, and having reached a major street, we were told that some protest marchers were heaing this way, so we hid inside of a furniture store until the marchers had gone by, and then later we came out of there and resumed our way home. We wanted to avoid what might have been an awkward situation that did not involve us. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did notice that those people from the Lutheran school certainly are noisy. I am trying to remember, did my little poem about rain get published in the school newsletter? I do not save a copy of that so I really cannot prove anything about that one way or another. I do have the spelling bee trophy. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what was all that chatter from Gwen Nelson about her Cruz, as if I should care about those unknown strangers, As if I should care about whether there is ever going to be a Cuban or Hispanic president. I cannot say yes or no, only that time will tell. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that you were talking about the ship caulkers, the English ship builders who built the ships that were successful in averting the intended invasion of the Spanish Armada. The Spanish still agonize about their loss to Elizabeth I, but perhaps their land invasion will have a different result in moderns times. It will not be so easy later to deflect the relentless incursions of invaders, so the ships of yore might not be all that effective in future. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a time when it might have made sense for me to move to Louisiana, such as the time when someone called me from there to sound me out on whether I would be interested in applying for a job there, but later I never did apply there. It just seemed that I could have been waking into an awkward thing, even though I was sort of aware of some of those people there. And then even later than that I was getting so much unpleasant online mail from those guys who were offering some sort of unpleasant and illogical Rental situation, that I was definitely persuaded to never go there, especially not now. 

Yes, whatever happened to those Rental guys? I do not really have anything very pleasant in mind to say about them, but why go out of my way to  make some irrelevant points about them when I have almost no thought of them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remembe when Margot was talking about having seen that movie, "The Exorcist." Was that a class report or was that her chattering during study hall? I cannot imagine ever going to see such an evil movie.  

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, aren't you all just the worst-case scenario friends-of-Job? And who is going to remember the time in high school, during Miss Marken's class, when we were discussing whether there is any sound at all produced if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it? I tend to think that sound waves were produced by the crashing tree, but there was no ear there to hear that, so the potential for sound was not fulfilled. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you probably noticed how my life seems sort of hexed, 3everything I do just falls apart eventually so I do not know why you would be so optimistic about nothing much. Do you always harass 75-year-old people to fork over their life savings? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really did have such a nice time during my years in Virginia. One unexpected surprise that I had not asked for was when I was elected to represent the journalism people at the Board, I think that it was called the Shepherd's Board. Although that happened during my last semester there, and there was not much time for me to do very much with that, bu I did attend one meeting where I delivered the message that the requested by the people who had elected me. So that was an interesting experience.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I need them to fix their own dialect problem without me, so that I can go home now and take care of myself. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, so you were telling me that you are a card-carrying Communist. Oh, well, I suppose that is your free speech right to say, whatever that meant. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to Barbara Marshall from Mississippi? We lost track of her long ago. After a year of teaching school in El Salvador, she returned to her hometown of Jackson, Mississippi, and disappeared into oblivion.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, another puzzling thing about this is how our "friend" Conchita (nickname for Concepción; coincidentally the name of a city in Chile) is somehow pretending not to be the source of our information in regards to this Salvadoran caliche slang. Hmmmm...... She was our principal instructor in these matters.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I must admit that I probably lied. No, I do NOT speak caliche, whatever that meant. If you just meant dialect, I did understand some of the local slang terms that I was hearing in some circles, if that is all you meant. But there might be other nuances to that that I did not understand. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was nice of Margot to invite me to her house on Saturday so that we could work on our school project. So I suppose that automatically puts me on the wrong foot with Cruz, who is thought to be the enemy of Margot, maybe. So if I am thought to be a friend of Margot, you would probably assume that I would be an enemy of Cruz. And what else would I know about their mutual hostilities? Nothing, actually. I would have to do research and why bother? And didn't Cruz always hate my guts anyway? So either way Cruz hates my guts, if I go to Margot's house or not. Thanks you so much for reminding me of that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you dreary COGIC bores already have your Danny Boy, and that is all you get. There is nothing more to say about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not in a very strong position to deliver the smackdown to these worthless Blackie terdmen. I wish those horrid people of Pukiestan would just go away and stop bothering me. I am so NOT interested in blithering-blathering with the lowlife dogs of COGIC. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that it would be interesting to learn the name of this scary person who paid you to harrass me continuously and to make my life a complete misery. What is their agenda? Why should I care to sign away my rights to someone who I really do not like personally and who has only murderous intentions in terms of who I am? It would be interesting to learn more details about that, but anyway there is a limit to what I would do just to rat out some anonymous psycho who seemingly has more money than he knows what to do with. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, now we are at the part where I have to explain yet again that we did see the move, "The Cross and the Switchblade," during high school. They hired a theater, Cine Vieytez, so that everybody from church could see the movie together. The place was packed, but where was Patricia Cruz? I do not remember seeing her there. No, they would not want to be seen in such a place for other reasons, apparently. The movie featured Pat Boone in the role of David Wilkerson and Erik Estrada in the role of Nicky Cruz. 

WHich Reminds Me

Yes, you are really trying to stress me out, trying to make me comment on the Wilson family, as if I even knew what is their problem. I was hearing some Wilson chatter online, but anyway they were not that important, nobody wants to talk abvout them. They are so powerful. They can pull all sorts of strings and, zim bam bang, who knows what really happened.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, coincidentally, it is interesting to note that Margot mentioned that her Dad works for Exoon, the gas company. Oh, who would have thunk there would be so many gas and oil people in our class. And what for? I am not going to give them any rights for nothing, so how do all these gas and oil people make any money at all, when all they do is swarm about like flies.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, at first I thought it was weird that I was getting all this online mail from South Carolina. I have not the slightest connection whatsoever to South Carolina, don't know who those people are, so it is puzzling to ponder who do those crazy people think that I am? I can only be fairly certain that I am probably not the person they are thinking about, but how to explain that I have no thought of them. 

Only later did I read the diaries of great-grandmother, in which she talks about visiting South Carolina during the summer of 1960, where her son Ben and his family were living at the time. Oh, I did not knowk that. As I have said before, I have no connection whatsoever to South Carolina. I have probably explained this before but, whatever, here were go again.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that those two guys were actually from Spain, the one of them recently arrived in El Salvador. Margot's boyfriend was from actually Catalan and speaks natively the language of Catalan, a region of Spain. That is about the only things that I can remember about them.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during my junior or senior year of high school in El Salvador, my Mom took me with her to meet those people who were from Chile. We met the mother and daughter. Later my Mom said they were throwbacks, and what that meant probably was that they were not really interested in learning about our mission work, so much as spying on Protestant and reporting on us to the Catholics, which, anyway, we are not interested in participating in such hostilites, if they are so intent on being hostile. Probably I already said too much anyway, why can't I jsut keep my mouth shut, why give them an endless supply of stuff they can use against us? Because anyway they only care about their own people. They don't care that much about whatever happens to us. Throwback is a term of fishing.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know I am so distracted. My focus is feeling a bit shattered and scattershot at the moment. Oh, what was I going to talk about next. 

Oh yes, I was saying that I did go to Margot's house anyway, even though she is known to be a witch, she said so herself, lots of people probably heard her say that in maybe ninth grade, but it was only for doing school homework anyway.  And then later, after we had finished our project work, suddenly two guys appeared and suddenly I was called on to be in a double date, so that was different. We drove around in the car for a while so that Margot and her boyfriend could talk. 

And why is Cruz still having a coniption fit about that? Wasn't her own cousin Nicky Cruz a most evil wicked warlock before he got saved under the ministry of David Wilkerson? So you never know what might happen later to these people. I don't want to get too ahead of myself on these points. 

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was not the most pleasant thing to read portions of the diary, but anyway, at least I know now to steer clear of those Casanovas. I did not know that originally. Only later do I hear about these other connections, as if I should carea bout that riff-raff. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how why are these pathetic Italians trying to drop on me their Casanova nightmare? We studied the play in high school, but anyway that is not my problem. Yes, I cannot really say that those Italians are not disgusting, so shut up and stick to cooking pizzas. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there was a time during my senior year in high school when I was being accosted by some young girls. In the hallways they would stop me to ask me questions about stuff and I would have to think of a quick answer to resolve this situation and be rid of them so that I could go on my way to my class. There were only five minutes to chance classes so I did not really have that much time to prolong that agony. Besides which, there was something contrived about that. Their obsession seemed weird.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Nancy Holbron, who was a ninth grader when I was a senior at the high school in El Salvador. Only recently did I learn that her father was military and her mother was Nicaraguan, if that was her. Even so, I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people from high school.  It just was not that important.  Also the Contra War had not happened yet. Nobody was thinking in those terms back in the day. 

Which Reminds Me

 es, I vaguely remember that there was a person in our office named Stacie Orozco. Our Managing Editor Rick Haydan said that she had a good knack for writing snappy lead paragraphs, and she did. However, I don't think she was there more than a year before she quit in a blizzard of attitude problems, with plans to go into real estate. The only other thing that I can remember about her is that she was from Nicaragua. Whether that meant that she was a Contra or a Communist I have no idea. Nicaraguans all look the same to me. What is the difference? Why should that matter now that the war is long since over. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have no doubt that Pyle's resume would be an amazing thing to behold, and besides which she has a sense of humor. However, I am not planning to hire her for any legal advice due to a confusing snafu. Sometimes people get carried away in their admiration of my brilliant writing and may be tempted to republish my article without permission, and really that is OK. I would rather be flattered by the positive attention than get upset about trivial points that do not really matter in the long run. It just was not that important. I was sort of flattered that the people in Atlanta would use my article without even asking me what I thought about that if anything, but she insisted that there was a legal problem there, and took it upon herself to write a letter of protest, which put a sour note on my future success, unfortunately. However, really, probably she had a good point about how the people in Atlanta should not just go around seizing things willy-nilly without knowing what they are doing.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I noticed that you think that you are the King of Norway, as indicated by your predilection for hunting, demanding your possession of your own private hunting preserve. But this is not Norway, so I do not know why I should care about that one way or another. I am not going to apologize for NOT being Norwegian. So many kings, so little time. 

Which Reminds MYes,

Yes, who could forget the time in ninth grade when there was a sort of fight between Margot and Patricie Cruz. Margot was talking about that but I could not understand what was happening in regards to that. There seemed to be other details that were not so evident about their jarring encounter. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do hope that I do not have to explain about how Cori did that and I was so embarrassed. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, back in the day when I was working at SFNN, never once did I ever participate in Jeff's sports betting pool. Someone keeps trying to rewrite my story, so much so that what is the point of saying that I did not gamble at the office? Why bother to fight the tide when everybody is rewriting everything I say and depending on lottery ticket promises to bail themselves out? And then the end .....

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one of the favorite places of our family for special occasioins is the Outback's Steak House. On these fetive occasions I do not really care who owns Outback's. In what cattle pasture did they find this cow? Was it a black cow? Was it a brown cow? Was it a white cow? Does this cow moo with an Austrialian accent? I have no idea whatsoever about these details. All I know is that filet steaks looks really good on my plate, tastes really good and is cooked to my specifications. That is all I care about when I go to steak house. Enough said about that. Needless to say.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to Dean Chenault? Weird that you would be asking about him over there in Duckville, Louisiana. There was not enough of Dean for you to install any Laws of the Forest so there would no point to any further discussion of Dean.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have had the sneaking suspicion for a while now, that if I drove all the way to Timbuktu, Louisiana, there I would find the phone number of Kristen Jeffries> But who cares now about reconnecting to that two-faced back-stabbing deprecated "friend?" Not me.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember when I was writing for a newspaper in Deerfield Beach, some of the assignments were problematic so that I would be in trouble either way, if I refuse to do that story I have a problem or if I do that story I have a problem. Either way, they give me problems. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I forget when I first noticed that you are stuck in a box with that horrid Monica Lulu, of whom I really have not much thought. How did that happen? What? I only noticed later some things about that online. Well, at least I am not that stupid. Needless to say. Obviously. No Table for Monida Lulu.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to remember feeling that in a million years I never would think of voting for the Clintons, so it does seem a bit odd that I would be getting all of this mail from their PR flunky. I really could not careless about that. People voted for Bill. People are stupid. There is nothing that I would need to say about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did noticed how the Stewarts were expecting me to babysit their farflung Cooper cousins, which is sort of annoying, because the Stewarts are sitting in their palatial mansion counting all their money while they are expecting us to exhaust all our resources to "help" their cousins. There is something wrong with this picture. I think that the Coopers should apply directly to the Stewarts for "help" if they really want a white sugar daddy. We just cannot do that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, enough already about their boring lives, and all the stuff they did. Weird how everybody has already forgotten about that, and yet they continue to suck up all the oxygen in the room until nobody wants to hear another thing about them ever again. Just forget that we were ever acquainted. It just did not matter.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how only later do we learn about these odd connecitons. Such as, for example, how the Stewart family, their mother'a maiden name was Cooper. But how could those white people be in any way realted to Bathsheba Cooper from college? Bathsheba was black so she was probably a COGIC, although I never really ever had any conservation there so I would only be guessing. 

Susie at one time was working for the college that I had attended, and recruiting people from COGIC among others. How are Susie and Bathsheba connected? How are Susie and Carmen Cooper connected? How are Bathsheba Cooper and Carmen Cooper connected? That could be an interesting thing for them to explain. 

Weird how they expect me to merge with them? I would have thought to be rid of them long ago, but where to escape to? Probably I would move across country only to find another thing about that, but I already did that anyway.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, sort of weird how some of these tacks seem sort of flattering. I could pretend to be dumber than I am, but then I would miss out on the joys of truth and discovery and kowledge gathering, so that is a tack that I could sort of live with. Why should I think less of my potential intelligence than strictly necessary just because of some tacky witch with an attitude problem. Can you cite magazine and page number? No? So shut up already. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, some of these tacks are sort of flattering on first glance, in a way, why should I be forced to think less of myself than deserved, Romans 12:3; Galatians 6:4, 5; Ephesians 2:10, although if taken to extreme that could break some things. Such as, for example, the way that sometimes the attitude of schoolteachers can seem sort of condescending, their classroom techniques spilling over to the general public when off-duty. But whatever. What of that? Who am I to argue with the CIA about these trivialities? How can the Doctor expect to effect a cure without any diagnosis? Just poke needles in people and see what comes out? Terrible. 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the time in 9th or 10th grade, pre-Tinker times, when there was an analogy made between Tom Hills as somehow corresponding to the Seven Hills of Rome, but what that meant was not that clear to collateral persons within earshot. What would a clueless Protestant make of these Catholic analogies and/or mtaphors. Personally I am not Catholic so I really do not understand where this discussion is going. Personally I tend to think that Tom would be an unsatisfactory substitute for a geographical location, but I only heard small parts of that discussion, not really what was the point of that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, how you took seriously the idiotic rantings of Kathy. Did she say that to be mean in a casual way that can be easily shrugged off as yet another of Kathy's meaninglessly weird and illogical and absurd sayings or were her motives of a more dark and evil and sinister and downright slanderous nature, a sort of witchcraft? Myself being long since innured to the idiotic rantings of Kathy, I am mostly inclined to shrug that off as yet another nonsensical thing that I would prefer to ignore, because otherwise if I tackle that there would be only more complications and I did not do anything tto deserve that. 

Yes, it is better that I not dignify the idiotic rantings of Kathy with any further comment. We do not like to encourage her nonsensical nonsense.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, how that Brazilian guy was appealing to me for some sort of proection, as if would know anything about him. All I know is what she said, and in my comments I did not verbalize the usual stereotype against icky sports guys, only because I do not know whether that would be true in his case or not. It might not be fair for me to reiterate the usual thing when I really don't know who that guy is anyway or even the first thing about him other than he was from Brazil.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, my sister's college roommate chose me to be her advice giver, and then announced her intentions ot marry that Brazilian basketball player, so whatever. Whatever I say will be the wrong thing to say. Do I advise her to reject him? Or do I advise her to go ahead and marry him? Either way, there could be complications in whatever I might think of saying. I think that guidance counselor will not be my choice of occupation. Needles to say. 

Also, don't I know that those basketball players are only in a Christian college for sports scholarship? They have no affinity with our philosophical notions of what it means to be a Christian. Sports people are notoriously frivolous and self-absrobed. They do not socialize with normal people. After the game is over, who knows where they congregate in some raunchy bars or joints that we would not care to be seen at, not with those worthless sports geeks. But should I expressly state that in this situation? How could she not already know that anyway/ How is she not already of wary of dating some half-naked jungle boy? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, fine, go ahead and kill me. The world might even be better off without me around to eat food and breath air and do stuff that you might not like anyway. That is how they did it in the days of the martyrs. Why should I be any better than that? So go ahead, shoot me.

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Yes, only from reading the diaries of great-grandmother, do we learn something about the existence of Peggy, who was apparently a roommate of Suzanne's. From my viewpoint, without the diaries there is no Peggy. I never met this person and do not know anything about her, so it really would be too much presumption to assume anything about her attributes or relationship to my Dad's Cousin from what few things are said about her by great-grandmother. My Dad's Cousin Suzanne was a single woman schoolteacher in San Diego area. She had thought to find love among the Himalayans but was later disappointed to learn that it was not so. The diaries talk about her in a way that I had never thought of. I only remember the one time that she visited us in El Salvador during her year-long trek around the world, but that is another story for another day.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember thinking it a bit odd that you were so well-informed about the financial woes of the lately deceased Suzanne, who was my Dad's cousin. I myself know only what you would have told me about that, and nothing else can be learned from me on this topic. I did think it was a bit odd that you were so well informed about her late payment on the homeowner insurance policy, so that ahe was not covered  when she lost the lawsuit filed by the disgruntled tenant. Sad story there, but I do not know anything more about that. Why do you ask? Weird that you would ask. Weird that you would even think to ask something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not think that I owe any taxes at the moment, nest year will be another story, but why borrow tomorrow's troubles? Why couldn't you just forward the bill to my parents' address after I moved away, so that they could forward that on to me? Weird how I never hear the end of that. Yes, after I win the lottery it might be a good idea to hire a credit deep-cleaner to make sure all of that stuff is taken care of, but, oh, I forgot to buy lottery tickets, so I don't know when I would ever win the lottery.  And also, the odds are also good that I might be eaten by sharks.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting that you should point out to me an odd coincidence that I had not previously noticed, which is that on my Dad's side, my grandmother's name was Esther, whereas on my Mom's side, one of their lawyer's names is Haman. Oh, interesting that you should notice that long before I ever did. And there you were building a Gallows. How absurd. What a ridiculous thing for you to say. And also there was someone online talking about Esther's insatiable greed for violence and vengeance. Oh, interesting that you had thought of that odd coincidence, because I never would have thought of that any other way. I would rather cash in my paycheck and go home now, but no, you whackos apparently just want to kill more people. So? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, very clever, trying to throw me in a box of gross crudités with that pathetic thing. All I know is that she did not get that from me. I would never mention such a thing to these pathetically immature fairweather friends who jumped ship long ago. Who knows where they are floundering in that ocean of confusion.  Oh, so clever of you!  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, he might be surprised to learn how rarely I think about him at all. He lied about me to that guy, and that was weird enough already, because how do I ever fix that later, after the wrong information has circulated so widely and uninterruptedly, so obviously he cannot be trusted for any reason. But enough said about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one cannot help but wonder, who is that wicked evil Chinese woman? She is often heard screeching in my ear and hurling curses at me, her voice sounding shrill as if fingernails on a chalkboard, as if I would even know what she is talking about. Chinese people are so clueless about the internal politics of white people, and probably it is the othe way around also. What would I know about the internal politics of these Chinese people?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really do not understand why you insist on playing with those homicidal maniac tinker toys. Already a few years ago I threw out the tinker garbage that I had found clogging my mailbox, and now I find even more tinker knives sticking out of my back side. I hope you were not expecting me to go through that again. As if I did not know about the dueling mythology of the spiked head: was it a gypsy tinker or a Moorish runaway slave? Granted, the way that the death penalty was administered in medieval times was somewhat gory. Even so, the family history book contains only a passing reference to these matters in the interests of historical curisoity, (although the 1st edition is somewhat different than the 2nd or 3rd edition on these poings), not for the usage of those control freaks.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was sitting there in the library doing my homework, and I was sort of accosted by this person from Tallahassee, who is telling me that sad, shocking story about how she was date-raped by some guy back in her hometown of Tallahassee. He was apparently of a very impressive outward appearance, and yet we know that God looks not at the outward appearance. God sees the heart and all of these terrible things that happen, even if others may not have heard this story. So anyway, myself not being a trained counselor, I do not remember myself trying to give any advice. I was listening sympathetically to her sad story. I don't know what else to say about that. I think that it would be better if you get that from her in her own words because if I tried to explain what she said, surely I would make a mess of that. Besides which, I don't really know those people that well. I have other things on my mind than that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember there was a time at Regent, when I was sitting at a table in the library working on some project, and Kathy from Tallahassee came and started talking to me and was saying a lot of stuff about her personal experiences with dating men and so I was trying to be a good listener and sympathetic, but she did not tell me what his name was, but probably it was true about how men discriminate against women and that sort of thing. Yes, probably they do. So, yes, she probably knew what she was talking abourt even if I would not want to explain her story from a third-party listener viewpoint. It would be better if she would explain that herself in her own words.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, if I were guilty of a speeding ticket, you already know that I would admit guilt, useless to argue with the clocking machine. But beyond having apologized enough about that, I am not going to apologize for the vents of the other 10 or 20 police reports that got mixed up with mine. Needless to say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really had not started my life intending to serve as the poster child representative for extinct and displaced and/or uprooted people groups of the distant past, but anyway, life is short and then you die, s it is probably better for me to plan for my strategic withdrawal, rather than to fight vain battles that, even if I won, maybe the result would not be that helpful to all concerned. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, the way that Apostle Paul was recommending Justus, one can easily imagine him as being a nice guy, probably, but even so he was the wrong Jesus, not really the Savior of the world, so we cannot get very interested in all this yapping about the irrelevant Roberts family. I chose to attend another college, not their college, so there is really nothing all that compelling that I would need to discuss with them. I will not need the Roberts for anything. Needless to say.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I got the message that things there were rearranged after I left California, but Susie would know much more about that than I could ever think of. Why don't you ask Susie to explain what they did later? Why do I have to do all the work and heavy lifting of things they left all over the place in the new scrambled formet? I am not sure that I care that much.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I almost thought that I was glimpsing some pictures of Tim in there, but then again Tim always did like to pretend, so probably it was just one of those imaginary things. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that could be interesting to know, is that the only thing that you can think of, who was this mysterious woman hiding in the redwood forests during the proceedings of those Bohemian elite. Who could have outlined in advance all of these steps for the tracing, because certainly it really was not that important in my mind that I should have to spend years of my life yanked around by some imagiative unknown whackos? The oil is really not that lucrative, certainly not as lucrative as it might have been several decades earlier, so much so that the soap opera "Dallas" will never be reenacted. The whole logic of the Dallas plot no longer exists so the soap opera in retrospect seems completely ridiculous. There is no reason to even think about the oil business as anything but a function of government. The oil reserves people will put you in a line and you can just sit there and wait for a very long time for who knows what result if ever. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I never did forget the time when we were visiting at the mission house, and Mrs. Bueno was there and read aloud to us a letter sent to them from one of those people in South America, and it was really quite funny, the high level of snark, speaking to those of El Salvador sarcastically as living in "paradise," due to the much acclaimed success of the work there. Apparently, some of those South American works can barely get off the ground by comparison, although I don't really know. I have already been warned not to say anything more about that, so why bring that up again already. I am not suppose to say anything and there you go again trying to get me in trouble with the higher authorities. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, but I am forgetting where I got that stack of various magazines, a variety of sample magazines, back when I was thinking about looking into freelance writing. The idea is to get a sample of a magazine before you even think of querying to see whether you would even want to put your name on that, and then when you see what the magazine actually is, you might decide not to bother with that. There was a stack of several magazines that I had gotten somewhere, I forget where, it was not just that one magazine.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot imagine why I would need to invent stuff that never happened or comment on trivial conversations in which I did not participate, ot at least I am not recogninzing the original context of whatever was said, if anything. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is sort of annoying, perusing Mrs. Walker's three-volume history book about the work in Latin America, in which each country has a chapter, to note that she forgot to mention us under the chapter of "El Salvador," in the first volume, Even so, Susie's picture appears but you would never know that I existed if you go only by the writings of Mrs. Walker. And also, in the third volume, under the chapter of "Dominican Republic," there is a mention made of my Dad being in El Salvador and preparing lessons for the Royal Rangers of D.R., the Rangers being an educational program for boys, in the same paragraph as something about George Davis. So perhaps we could drive a truck through the holes in Mrs. Walker's history book, but anyway, why would I want to argue with the saintly elders of Peru? What is in print is the only thing that some people can remember, but anyway, if only God knows what happened, perhaps that is enough to know.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember Mrs. Walker saying that they are dropping me off somewhere, sort of a way of saying not to expect anything from the Walkers, the Walkers will not be putting out the welcome mat for me. Oh, and I had completely forgotten about the Walkers. Who were the Walkers? The only Walkers that I had ever heard of were living in Peru earlier, but now who knows where the Walkers are scattered about on the globe. Given that I was not expecting to hear from the Walkers anyway, it does seem odd that the Walkers would go out of their way to disassociate themselves from me so forcefully, given that on my own I never would have thought of contacting them anyway. What is Peru? What is Chile? What is Argentina? What is Ecuador? Those of the South America region doubtless have diverging notions about how things should be or should have been done, but anyway, whatever, it is too late now to rewrite history. Anyway, if the Walkers want to think of Peru as the gold standard for how things should be, they are entitled to their own opinion. She wrote a book, "Peruvian Gold." Whether or not we are of another opinion is beside the point in this matter.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during sixth grade, there was a John Stuart, or was it Jon Stuart?, attending our little school. He was an eighth grader, as were Jody Houk and Jeff Wilder. Those guys got the idea of making a military club of the school, and assigned us ranks more or less corresponding to our grade level. Thus, I am outranked by the Stuart as well as by Susie Stewart, who was a grade higher than us, and on a level with Sammy and Dawn, and don't you forget that. 

Coincidentally, I recently read somewhere that Hitler's living descendants are the Stuart-Houston family. And who would know whether Jon Stuart was Hitler's cousin-in-law? Houston is only a state of mind, not a Not-see hideout that I know of. But I do not know much.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with Mr. Yanko Die-A-Critical, who is occasionally glimpsed wielding the Accusative Case on automatic pilot. Enough of that. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that Mr. Coffey had died, and that his family was not interested in fact-checking. They probably forgot that Becky was his tour guide, but there is not much that I can actually say about that in a public way from my hearsay viewpoint. The only thing that I can remember is the time that he took us all out for an evening of bowling at the one and only bowling alley. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing you say that you are going to put on me all the people that I don't like, and my answer to that would be that, anyway, you already did that and the result is that here we are back again at ground zero, the starting point, as if nothing had ever happened anyway. And anyway, there won't be enough time left over now before I am due to check out of this planetary existence, so you will have to take up your quarrel with the next generation, because anyway, it was never my job to conduct brain surgery on those Bohemian deviants. I just had no clue. And who are you? We were never properly introduced.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember learning that our Barth ancestor was from Saxony, a southern region of Germany, or else Baden, depending on which document you happen to be looking at. So obviously we are not Bohemians. And then there is another ancestor who traces back to Prussia. So, yes, we are not Bohemians. However, the said Barth ancestor immigrated to America in 1849, at age 53, bringing his family of five children born in Germany. Thus we skipped all of that other German history that came later. We just don't know much about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during our journalism program, what was the name of that black man in our class who was speaking rhapsodically about the Louis Farrakhan movement. Machelle Bush probably would remember more about that than I ever could think of. So under free speech rules you may say whatever you want about that, but even so people will have their diverging opinions about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that I really would prefer to carefully sidestep this meticulously staged conflict on the topic of rare and quixotic vulgarities and the various permutations of this type of verbosity, which was served to me on a platter of unsavory dog food. As the Bible says, the poor you have with you always. There probably always will be that certain type of neurotic whacko who obsesses unceasingly on these obscure points that may or may not be found in the dictionary. Sometimes when some guy in high school is heard rolling of a lot of strange words he can be documented by dictionary definitions and written off accordingly, silently, which is what I did, he was definitely not my type. But sometimes we just cannot know what they are talking about, especially if some unknown language is in use. Also, it sort of depends on your personal tastes and preferences. Some people are just tacky and tasteless by nature. You would always introduce training on what not to say, but neither will I be signing any premature contract giving away the farm to some unknown riff-raff for no reason whatsoever.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during our childhood we had a record player and several records, and one of those records our mother told us that we were not allowed to listen to because the music was sort of rock-and-rollish, a jarring sound at the time. However, on at least a handful of occasions we did listen to that record, probably when my parents were gone somewhere for the evening. It was called "Alley Oop" and it was a collection of songs about ancient cave-dwellers. It was meant as a humorous look at cave dwellers, but, yes, the humor was not really that amazingly funny. Only the one line sticks in the mind, "Alley Oop-Oop Oop Oop-Oop," but beyond that it is not very memorable. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember way back when, some people were boasting that they are getting all the money, so that meant that we just got nothing. Oh, thanks. So that means nothing at all. 

And then later I noticed that the bomber rockers think that they have everything, and everybody else has to just sit there and watch their lunatic show, because only they get the money. Which means basically that we get nothing at all and we have to sit there and listen to their version or eality, which means basically nothing for us, and we did not even know who are those people. Only later do we learn that one of them is a Wilson, who knows how they would be connected to the other Wilsons. So basically all that means is that we just get nothing. So what about that?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, thanks, but I really cannot foresee any need on my part to renounce when I can spell 'enounce' clearly enough, having recently noticed this point. However, the powers that be might not like it if I go around dispensing cheapskate solutions to persons who have not really done the extensive research and/or reading already on my plate, not to mention what I might find later on this side of heaven, assuming I live long enough to find something else they forgot to mention. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember having read a book about a KGB agent, but I have completely forgotten what was the title of that book. What was the author's name? Why don't you ask the Sanchez family why they are keeping this lurid spy book, and what did that mean to them, because although I read it after Carol handed it to me along with some cryptic comments about that, I really have no thought of who those people in the book might have been or whether that had any historical significance. As someone online was reminding me, the Balzac was similarly terrifying although fictional. Apparently the bourgoisie of 19th century Europe were quite a ubiquitous literary force in their day.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I always hate it when people try to tell me what I think, as if they could read my mind or some ridiculous thing like that. I actually was not thinking about that, but if you want to wear a sign on your forehead labeling yourself as Hitler, well, that is your choice to make. I actually have no thought of that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that once or twice I said something about grass, and then later I never heard the end of that. Looking back, I wish that I had never said that. But given that they so vigorously and thoroughly had completely written me off as if I had never existed, and perhaps my name is really someone else, my mind goes blank at the thought of that. I would apologize if given the opportunity for misstating some vague impression, but anyway, I doubt that I could ever retrieve what I had originally siad, given that I never really existed anyway.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is unfortunate that I will probably not be able to unlock some of these dilemmas posed until after I have died and gone to heaven, and then later Jesus will be able to explain these matters more clearly for your edification. Until then, I just have to endure the various trials and peculiar perplexities devised for my torture by various persons who just cannot see the truth for the trees. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, so during that hiking trip, preparing to descend the mountain back to our starting point, that little brat Rhina storms off on her own, down another path that went off in another direction, and there was nothing to do but resume our descent as planned along the normal path, and then later my Mom had to drive around to another part of the city to find Rhina waiting at the Bible school, which is where that path ended separately. Oh, thanks Rhina for being a complete nuisance to everyone. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is quite awkward, being mistaken for Montgomery's Ward. As if I would even know those people existed until much more recently. Blah blah blah. Oh! And even so, my salvation is not dependent on their opinions, fortunately for me. I would not want to be in any way dependent on the fortunes of the bankrupt Montgomery Wards. Now that you mention that. 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was weird, pathetically weird, how they hauled me in to announce that they had voted against me, even though I was not aware of myself being in the business of running for office. And to what office might they be referring? And why does that wretched dog from South Dakota always seem to be in the throes of a frenzied rageaholic seizure at the sight of me? I could not care less about South Dakota, never been there, don't know anything about it. 

Clearly, the wretched dogs of Spence Third North have proven themselves unworthy of my presence and further attentions. I have other plans for my life than to be socializing with that pack of worthless trash. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember there was a time when Lynda and I were sitting in a classroom, in our chairs, and we were listening to a conversation that was happening directly in front of us between the teacher, Mrs. Lawrence, and a few other people, including Rose and Warren. They were describing something that had happened while they were on tour at Warren's house, and what actually happened was not that clear to us listeners who were listening from afar. 

I could not understand why later someone kept poke poke poking trying to get me to say something more about that, as if it were up to me to explain what happened. I only heard what few cryptic comments that I heard, something that happened on the stairs? her what? It must have been, as Mrs. Lawrence said at the time, one of those embarrassing moment, right? 

But of course anything that I might say about that would only be wrong, because I was not there and did not actually see anything. Only they know what actually happened, and they could say whatever they want about that, and we would not know anything the better beyond whatever they might say. There was no other information available to fill in the gaps, and so anyway, it was not really that important.   

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Yes, I was sort of surprised to learn that you seem to imagine that the Japanese won WWII. Well, he did have a compelling presentation in high school on the topic of violent nuclear blasts in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Makes you understand the ambiguous feelings of these Japanese people towards America. And also he probably seemed sort of cute to you, when you saw him playing guitar in Lance's Beatles band. As for me, I was not that interested in revisiting this topic later. 

But you only remember ninth grade, and that was before I had adapted to the practicality of pantsuits and blue jean fashions of the time, so you would not remember 10th grade, when we heard about the failed plan to hire the mafia to do your assassination jobs. That plan was cancelled for various reasons that could be found probably in media reports. There was the thought that this use of assassins would be a step down from our previous virtue stance, and lead to a coarsening and/or degradation of our culture and thought, with assassinations becoming all to commonplace, . Yes, well, that could also be true. Right. Ah for the old glory days when we were a new country with a blank slate and higher ideals than that, but, oh well.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when Charles asked me whether I liked James Bond movies, in all honesty I had to say no. No, I did not like the James Bond character, but of course Hollywood would have no problem with making that sleazy character seem glamorous and glittery. But of course this is not Hollywood talking and I was glad to be asked so that I would not have to pretend to care about James Bond and similar Hollywood riff-raff.  

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Yes, that was completely unnecessary. I think that you do not know what? And who are you? Truth be told, your medical services will not be needed in future. There is no shortage nowadays of well trained medical doctors to fill in the gap of your future absence. But enough said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that you seemed to be asking me what I might know about our high school classmate Ronit. Did I ever have a personal conversation? Atually not, she was in a different study group in Spanish lit class, so I am not sure what her experience might have been in regards to that. I do not know why I tend to think you might get a flavor of Golda Meir from studying them, but if they are going to spend all their time fighting to found a new nation, they will have to spend their lives out there in the wilderness trying to ensure its long-term success, which might not leave much time for vacationing in New York, there to hobnob with Libby and other high and mighty CIA agents who keep track of these matters for the American people so that I do not have to do that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my ancestor in Texas was a sort of unique person in terms of historical perspective who belonged to a branch of Presbyterianism that would probably not be considered, shall we say, belonging to Orthodox Christianity in terms of doctrines and beliefs. I have never attended one of those churches nor do I know who those people are nowadays. I just have no idea where those people are in their journey now, so to speak. 

And was I born with the contents of the Cumberland general store imprinted on my brain? No, actually not. That was not my path. I do not have much idea about that and cannot be expected to comment one way or the other.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember being aware of the existence of David, but that is quite a stretch to imagine that I ever collaborated with David, other than the obligatory courtesies that are a political necessity in this world of needing to get along with every superficial acquaintance on the planet, in terms of polite society and civil procedures, generally speaking.  Hello, how are you? Fine, thank you.  

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Yes, it is true that I did say some things that I later wish I had not said, but too late to rewrite history now. Some books I wish that I had not read, but anyway, too late now.... etc. etc. If I can never do anything right, maybe I should not waste everyone's time with my presence. Maybe I am just here on this planet to learn about what NOT to do. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember learning after the fact about why I should not have said certain things, should not have read certain books, blah blah blah, etc. etc. etc. Oh well! What I might have said before the fact is not what I would have to say now that I have been gut-punched by those lowlife liars, but anyway, whatever. I try not to think about that too much. 

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Yes, we noticed the wretched Mr. Cox screaming at us white girls, he has a lot of nerve pretending to be a white man. There is a limit to what points or rewards he is going to get from us for trying to do that to us. I could elaborate further but I rarely say what I think about that, unless stabbed. 

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Yes, I heard that, and all I did was read that book by Stormy Omartian. Shocking. 

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Yes, there was a time when my sister was rott of dating Gary Anderson, I do not know why I thought his last name was Collins. That shows how much I do not know about that. And then Gary soon after was married to Dara Brannan's sister, and then later we heard that they had divorced. And whatever happened after that I have no idea. I am not keeping track of those people, I just have no idea about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my sister spent a week or so in Paraguay, on a trip that was organized by Tim Triplett. At that time she was dating Gary Collins, but that did not last very long at all. He soon married someone else, and then later we heard that they had divorced and who knows what else happened to him after that. We are not keeping track of those people. My sister would probably remember more about that than I would. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my aunt made some comment about the "Brown" report and how they have everything, which did not mean that much to me. And then there was all that chatter about Brown University, so that could be another possible source for the "Brown" report, but you would have to ask my aunt what she meant by that. I doubt that she would have been referring to my miserable high school experience. Nobody cares about to hear about that. 

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Yes, there you are, now we see you hobnobbing with the murderous thugs of Texas, but we are trying to NOT think about that. Why dredge up those people from the past so that they can abuse us all over again? Such a horrible idea. 

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Yes, did I forget to mention, I might have forgotten to mention that Harvey Reeves Calkins (1866-1941) is my fourth cousin 4X removed, and that makes his daughter Helen by fifth cousin 3x removed. Also, Harvey's older sister Carrie (1861-1927) married William George Ford (1854-1938) and they had about seven children, none of whom invented the automobile, so there is really no reason  that I can see for all of these car and/or Ford jokes. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing Blondie talk about how she wants to retain her dominant position in society by playing rhe role of Plantation Mama, which I suppose could continue to work for a while yet under certain conditions, theoretically and/or stereotypically speaking. However, those conditions do not belong to me. The last thing I would need would be a pack of Plantation Mamas screaming orders at me, I would rather commit suicide. Yuk. And also, as the percentages shift, it will become less and less easy to hold on that, and we will have to cede that role to Blondie, unfortunately, and focus our energies on packing to leave and training the replacements, which is to say, evacuate the planet. Obviously.  

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Yes, I do think that I need to get over the notion that talking to a counselor again is going to solve this problem. Two years of Prozac later and I was probably in even worse shape with my emotions sort of disconnecting from my brain. No more Prozac, thanks anyway. And where would I find a counselor well versed in Spanish literature? So what if you can speak a dozen or so words in Portuguese? Life is very simple and uncomplicated in Portuguese, but then you can only miss the point, so why bother talking to you? You are nothing in Portuguese. 

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Yes, oh, Sorry! I am suddenly reminded that when I was eight years old, the year that we were living in Mexico, there was a time when Judy Thomson and her older sister Debbie were at our house, and we, my sister and I, were playing the board game Sorry, and I lost, and I had a temper tantrum, and I threw a yellow game piece on the floor and it broke, and so forever after there was always a broken game piece in our Sorry set. Sorry about that. I do not remember whether I apologized in the correct way at the time. Possibly not. I forget. And then later I forget, but of course the broken Sorry piece is always there to remind me of my bad attitude and how I must not do that again. And if I pray the sinner's prayer, why is it that the yellow game piece is always going to be broken anyway? Why would I think that nothing happened? Weird how I never hear the end of that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time when I was working in Haines City, in Central Florida, and my boss asked me to write a story about the lemon law and part of my instructions were to interview the local Ford dealer, who happened to be one of our advertisers. It is not ideal to have to get your information mainly from the advertisers, but he was well informed on the topic, whether prearranged or not I really cannot say. I was just doing my job. So? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago, there was someone online expressing their utter contempt for the idea of a woman running for president of the United States, such as for example Hillary. Ummm..... Uh.... I heard that..... but the identity of the online person was not clear. Uh..... 

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Yes, perhaps you have noticed that my sister is trained as a nurse practitioner and she has some very strong opinions about vaccines which I leave it to her to explain because anyway I don't know much about that, but anyway we had our COVID vaccines done back when it mattered, and now that we have COVID immunity the other way, it would be sort of a moot point to continue that conversation.  

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Yes, there ought to be a nicer way of explaining that I consider myself fortunate to NOT be related to those hotel people, but then again they seem to have problems getting a clue. Enough said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember there was a book not worth mentioning, whose title "The Jerk" was so popularized by such Hollywood stars as Steve Martin, although it is not clear whether the book and the film have any similarities whatsoever beyond the title. For me, it really would not be worth the effort to figure out something about that. I just don't care that much. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college that when it comes time to pay the college bill, you had to go to that particular window and speak with that particular woman who is always snarling and angry and snarky about whatever. I assume that it was nothing personal, I forget what her name was. She had a gruff and snappy demeanor. But it is not my job to judge their competence at customer service. I just wanted to pay my bill and get away from that window ASAP. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that if you had signed your unmentionable donation as "Anonymous," it would seem unreasonable for me to pull out of the air some unavailable information about that. Enough said. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that they were trying to write an essay on the topic of "sanctimonious." However, there has been no clarification yet on the question of: Who is calling who a hypocrite? If they are all behaving like trash, what would be the point of saying more about that? So clearly I am as yet the standing winner of the second grade spelling bee. No contest there at least. 

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Yes, I never really understood this your odd obsession with Olympic sports, as if I should "do" something about that. Apart from the issue of the "Pagan" spirit attaching to that, I never really cared that much about not being a top pick for sports teams in high school P.E. class. I look like such a dork compared to them, who can blame them for not wanting to get stuck with me on their team. Fortunately I do not have to "do" sports anymore, I can just watch the Olympics on TV occasionally and enough about that. I feel blessed to be able to evacuate the planet without further ado.  

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Yes, I noticed that I was hearing online about some crackpot script devised by my Cousin Vanna-Blob, who has a serious heroine addiction problem. So what if she has seven or eight children? Can't she just do whatever she wants without having to cast me as the villainess in her private nightmare, with herself playing the starring role in that "Cheaper by the Dozen" movie? I saw the movie on TV, but anyway, I do not fit into their script. I never had the slightest connection to Planned Parenthood.   

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Yes, when I went to the library, that guy was so friendly I was shocked, always greeting me as if he knew who I was, and I learned his name, and that he was from Bethany, and later I found out from other sources about his prankster problem. Oh! 

But I am not sure whether I ever mentioned that to Kristen. She probably lives on some other planet by now. 

Yes, enough about that guy.    

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Yes, I vaguely remember Robin college, and then later I heard that she was expelled for some reason unknown to me. I would rather not comment in a public way about these matters, I can barely remember a few things about those people. 

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Yes, I cannot even imagine what I would need to be there to do, when I could probably do all of the same things here just as easily, except for the problem of paperwork and, anyway, what would you want or need me to do that they could not do just as easily? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was living in California in the 1980s, talking to someone who had been involved with a large revival campaign, and was helping with the offering, and he was concerned that the rules were not observed in the way that he had expected in terms of the money being secured after the offering was taken. I do not remember now the details of that, only that of course they would secure the money somehow. I was not there at the time so I really cannot say much about that, whether that was a valid compalint or not. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that he sings with a hollow leg, but no, that was not Gary Easley she was talking about, that was someone else. 

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Yes, I do hope that you were not expecting me to storm Mount Carmel there to slaughter the prophets of Bail and negativity. There was some chatter online about that, but anyway, no, I doubt that I would ever do that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember having read that book, "Something More," by Catherine Marshall, maybe when I was in my 20s. I also read a few other books written by her, including the novel "Christy" and autobiographical story of her late husband, "A Man Called Peter." I might have read other books by her but those are the titles that I can remember now. Someone was saying some gossip about that book, but I forget what I heard. So, what about that? Just because I might be one of the several hundred thousand, maybe even millions of people who read a particular book, is not really a reason for me to have to write a book review on the spot. 

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Yes, in perusing the annals of history, we notice that Alice Tempest-In-A-Teapot (1520-1595) was married firstly to Christopher Place, by whom she had about six children. After his death she became the second wife of Walter Strickland by whom she had another set of children. So, my grandmother being a Strickland, are we descendants of Alice or of another branch of the Stricklands? In early America the records get a bit sketchy, so we really don't know, or at least I don't know. For what do I need a sketchy "Place" holder who pretends to monopolize all of the benefits of life? Definitely we do not belong to the "Place" family, of at least that much I can be fairly certain. 

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Yes, we had noticed John Law swaggering about as if a Chilean despot, attempting to impose his arbitrary and unreasonable demands of regional jargon upon this unsuspecting hiker, as if. Well, it is true that what John Law intended for evil, God may repurpose for good. How that may happen is not necessarily set in stone, however, it would seem.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember getting the impression that you were visiting the bat caves of hell during your NDE (Near Death Experience). But then you wake up and it is eight years later, so there is something wrong with this timeline, doubtless a plot contrivance of the clever author, but the footnotes tell another story. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that our teacher was telling us about the time that she got drunk, and then she went outside and threw up all over the place. That was when she decided that she had to change her lifestyle and not attend so many fancy parties populated by vain and shallow Hollywood celebrities.   

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Yes, that Tracy certainly does put on a powerful showing of herself as martyred heroine addict, even though we are no longer in the business of needing a skilled pianist at hand anyway, or for that matter a long-distance swimmer, so we really cannot promise that we would ever need her services at any time in the future. The swim to Cuba is really not that feasible.   

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Yes, I really have no thoughts of my own about the Ukraine-Russian War. Maybe if an employer had assigned me to write a story about that, I would have to look for some sources and do whatever was necessary to fill the task required. It is true that years ago there was some thought that some great-great-great-grandparent of ours was born in the Ukraine way back in the 1800s, due to census documents, but then more recently the DNA test says Chechen, so what does that mean anyway. I would only be about 5 percent of that anyway, so the significance is not very great, that I should be recalled to a place that no longer has any great significance to me personally. I probably would not resemble the local populace and would not be able to speak the language anyway.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember wondering who was that, why was I hearing that  evil wicked witch of literature who was screaming in my ear about the literary establishment of 19th century America, about how they were all such terrible people. Thus, I am such a hypocrite for having whiled away the hours of my youth playing Authors' card game. Do I even know who those people were? Have I ever read even half of those books, or even have any idea what those books are? And yet, who am I to argue with the society and culture that has designated certain faces to appear on the card fronts of Authors' card game, everyone else being mostly part of the flood of mediocrity by contest? How could God ever use me now that my brain has been contaminated by exposure to this chronicle of bestial groanings? Yes, I certainly would not necessarily want to recommend that. And who was that shrill witch, was she a composite of evil demons sent to scourge and torment?    

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Yes, what was the name of your guidance counselor? I am not remembering her off the top of my head, only that she suggested that I add something to the story thatI was writing, which I chose NOT to use because, anyway, I did not work for her and those were not my instruction. Enough said about that. I do not understand why this thing keeps buzzing out there in the background. That has nothing whatsoever to do with me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago, there was someone online berating me for not staying there to hear more about that and to show solidarity with Kathy, as if I had attacker her or been on the other side of that, which, oh, I had not thought of it that way. I used to think that the less I talk to them or hear about that the better, because they are always screaming about stuff even when I have no idea what they are talking about, so whatever I say would not count for anything anyway. 

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Yes, that was nice of Linda Seese, in the halls of high school. to compliment my new blouse. Beyond that, there is really nothing that I can say about her and no reason for me to speculate about the incident that was overheard of her being seen at the fair with Kathy's boyfriend. Just because your spies were staging all this weird stuff, that would not mean that I ever saiin or would have approved if I had understood what that was about. After all, they are just your stupid spies all on your payroll, so whatever. 

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Yes, it is amazing to contemplate the abysmal stupidity of a horse that cannot gallop, don't know where they get their nonsense, just because he married the Wicked Witch of the West from Ozlandia, he thinks he knows everything. 

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Yes, probably no one will ever recommend that you read that book "Scotty Kid: The Life Story of of 'Brother Tommy'" published in 1917, because its existence is quite unique. It speaks in the ancient 'cant' language of that certified Foursquare criminal and railroad hobo who is probably long since dead anyway. Why would you want to read Tommy's lengthy list of things that he did wrong, before he repented and reformed? Why would you imagine that I would know anything about that, only because my great-grandparents met him only later, after he was working as a Christian minister in China. No, there is nothing for us to say about the utter stupidity of those Foursquare criminals. That was not our problems. 

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Yes, that is so rude how the Andersons keep trying to throw their criminal records at us. Well, to be fair, he was their cousin, so maybe the criminal records did not belong to them, but neither did they belong to us. I heard long ago that they were planning something, but I cannot quite see why no one is whacking those nasty Andersons into a better shape than that. It was not my job to remind everybody that the children cannot be prosecuted for the crimes of the parents, if there be any, biblically speaking. It is complicated, but not impossible to figure out that the Andersons have gone overboard in their sick thirst for revenge. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Susie told me that her cousin Loren is a policeman. Yes, you have to respect the badge of police authority even when actually, on a personal level, I perhaps dislike him somewhat, but I do not want to go into a discussion of the unpleasant impression that he conveys. I do not see any reason to have to argue with those people just because they are related to Susie, but whatever. They always are antagonist toward me anyway, so it does not really matter that much what they say. It is a sort of automatic pilot thing with them. 

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Yes, I noticed something odd about your obsession with Mexico, and then I remembered reading somewhere that Marilynn Kramer had gone back to Mexico later, after she turned Catholic and divorced her husband, who went away to Rome to become a Catholic priest. Now there is another story that I cannot handle in a personal way. They seemed like nice people when we first met them in Mexico in maybe 1965 or 1966, when my parents were in language school there, and they stopped in to visit us in El Salvador where they had dinner at our house. But of course hat was before they went to Venezuela where heir initial mission was quickly forgotten. And then later I noticed that she also was a Roberts, yet another bodd coincidence. 

But anyway, you really do not resemble Marilynn. I do not remember you at all.  

 

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder why am I getting all of this irrelevant mail from some Armenian person who is not invited, and also this song about how your mother wears Army boots. Last time I checked, I noticed that Armenia has its own church separate and apart from us, so there is no need of me to talk to them about that. Eventually the Greeks will supervise them and tell them what's what, hopefully. Thanks to Russia for clarifying that point at least. 

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Yes, one can only wish that my sister had not sold her soul to the stupid idiots of the "Little Prince" club. But, never mind, there was no having a reasonable conversation with those little brats after that. I do not remember whether I ever read that book myself, but the book cover gives the impression of it being a cutesy allegorical story, so one can easily imagine some people would really get into that. But to make that a manual of parenting is a bit too much of a stretch for me to bother with crediting, although in the U.S. there is precedent for these extremist fringe groups, such as the children of Doctor Spock, so I do not know what else to say about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were ranting about Machiavelli's book, "The Prince," and I was completely not on the same page, that book not having been on my high school reading list. And neither was Goethe's "Faust," but there is always eternity later to learn more about the universe and everything else. There I was looking at the paintings on the walls, while you were perhaps suggesting a counterpoint to the Chilean Lastarria's political discourse in a cave. Oh, I did not know that. Oor else perhaps you were suggesting a counterpoint to the cult that has grown up around the book, "The Little Prince," which is such a cute little allegory, but has a Salvadoran connection, sort of. 

Yes, that is a huge mouthful for me to chew on. I might not want to address that stuff directly. That might be someone else's problem, not really mine. 

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Yes, one cannot help but wonder whatever happened to the old time-honored principle of being innocent until proven guilty. And if your crimes are pardoned they are forgotten at the bottom of the sea. But if you really must insist on reviving the old star chamber system, the American people might not like that so much. You may feel good about seeing your enemy beaten down, but anyway, the answer is blowing in the wind, so it is not that simple to say anything about that. 

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Yes, I probably should get serious about writing my full novel, instead of leaving little bits of fiction here and there. I don't know, maybe someday the pieces will all fall together into a fictional narrative, or maybe not. But then again, what would they do with a full novel to mangle? Crazy enough already what they do with one or two paragraphs. 

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Yes, I have noticed a flood of Norwegian people to whom I am actually not related, pretending to be in charge of something related to me. So what about that? Who cares? Of course God cares about Norwegians. God cares about everybody. So what? 

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Yes, or else that could have been some report from Tom Wagner, but I don't remember now. It all blurs together in the mind. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing some thing about the Furies. Was that one of Mr. Schaeffer's digressions  (Mr. Schaeffer being our high school biology teacher)? Who that was I forget, but I do remember that something was said about the disjointed and convoluted mythology of the Furies, who climb onto roofs from whence to launch angry tirades of a Furious nature. It was a German thing, maybe centered in the Rhine Valley, so maybe that would be a reason to keep the front door locked at night, because although they Furies may have some good points, who knows what else is on their agenda. 

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Yes, that was so weird how they know all of this creepy weird stuff about Bill Cosmo, and the year was maybe 1988, many years before the trial. But I do not want to be hearing all of this weird rumor stuff about all of these Hollywood celebrities. Yuk! Another reason to get out of town and never look back. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college I was asked more than once if I were related to that Olympic swimmer, Tracy Caulkins, to which my standard reply always was "No! There is no 'u' in my last name." So, Ok, fine, enough said about that. 

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Yes, I do hope that you were not expecting me to waste any of my breath or energies further on Laura. She had not enough sense to be embarrassed of her own predicament, preferring to inform me of various details that I had not asked for, and then to lash out in her own defense, as if I had said something about that. The sooner I get myself out of there the better, brush off that worthless Laura dirt and never look back, ever.