Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is sort of useless to argue this type of point with such low-live scum. They do not deserve that much leverage, needless to say. But I digress. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, well, anyway, if you were looking for that Totaled Woman, you will not find her here. Morgan was her name, but I do not know much more than that. I reaent having to pay for the crimes of some other unknown excessively verbose person who I never met. I have no connection whatsoever to Morgan. I only hear these things online later from various sources.  

My car was totalled in a car wreck, but that is a different story for another time.   

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Yes, it was sort of weird the way you were talking about your Fascist background, as if that were something special. Not really at top of mind, but if you insist on resurrecting a machine that kills fascists, maybe we could also find that song on Youtube. All the songs that I never heard of can be found on Youtube nowadays, but back in the day it would have seemed puzzling. 

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Yes, how could we have failed to notice, by this time, that the Wilsons are stuck in Iran with their Persian cousins. I cannot help them with that. I have no clue whatsoever about that, other than the sun rises very morning, the seasons come and go. I have no solution for the the Wilsons of Iran. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that Bruce Brock hates my guts. But who cares about that? He was nobody, just some guy on a summer internship. Yes, I killed a living sand dollar. I did feel guilty about that, especially after Bruce Brock got through berating and rebuking for committing murder. And it was such cute little sand dollar, the way its little tentacles move through the sand very slowly. I can't run very quickly from evil me, so I killed it and added it to my collectioin. But that was cheating. Everything else in my seashell collection died in the natural way and was collected later, which is the proper order of collecting specimens, not the reverse. Sorry about that. 

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Yes, I cannot imagine there being anything personal that I would need to discuss with sucky Italian FBI agents. There is just nothing that I can say about that. What? What do you want? How ridiculous can you be? 

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Yes, the only time that I was assigned to do a role play in Miss Marken's 10th grade English class, I was assigned to perform a skit with Mosca, his nickname being 'Fly." He was sort of an idiot, more so than I had originally thought, because the idea of the skit was the most ridiculous and unimaginable thing, and I had no idea what my role was supposed to be or what to say about that. I somehow stammered through it as quickly as possible, forgetting what was that about or what did I say. 

I later noticed that he was Thomas Hill's protegé. Maybe you should be asking Tom about that, because I have no idea what that was about.  

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Yes, I seem to notice that they are such good role play actors, whereas that was not my strong point. So being a good role play actor means that your performance is very convincing to the audience. The audience believes what you are saying. The audience thinks that your words and gestures form a convincing portrait of what a good citizen should be. How fortunate for you that Miss Marken approved of your role play performance during one of those role playing sessions that she sometimes summoned to fill some class time. Miss Marken liked your role playing performance, so you will fit right in with the socialist construct adopted by some who define citizenship as a function of roles, rules and relationships. How fortunate for you that you had a U.S. citizen in your class to function as your citizenship backup plan for future reference. 

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Yes, I would need to say something about disposing of those Ecuador idiots, but anyway, they have already done a fairly good job of blowing their own brains out without me having to say something about that. 

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Yes, so typical of them to argue the exact opposite of what I originally said or at least thought. I must step aside and let the State Department personnel tell them where to get off, because I do not want them to be angry at me. Better to stand back and let them fume at the embassy personnel who only doing their jobs anyway, so they have that excuse and get paid to sometimes say things that might not seem so pleasant to their expectations. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when we were children, and fond of singing that song, "Onward Christian Soldiers." Some people often protest against that song, but I think that it says something very important for Christians. But of course if you are not really a Christian then you would not be able to quite understand what that means. But I digress.  

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Yes, i do not know when it would ever be safe for me to speculate out loud about my future plans to do something, whatever, go here or there, do this or that, for fear of launching a stampede of persons who are opposed to whatever I want to do. Did I say that I wanted to write a book? Well, it turns out that I do not need that much pain. I really do not have to do that, I can always change my mind and not write a book, or if I ever did write a book, I did not specify what sort of book it would be, anyway, your opinion would not be required for me to do that, if I should change my mind, although I am not sure that I would need to do that anyway. The time is long since past for having to discuss any future plans with you.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a good thing that I had State Farm insurance, so that whatever happens, the insurance would cover that without any need for me to revisit the technicalities yet again. I cannot quite remember how that happened, when I drive past where that happened I cannot quite think how that could have happened, everything is blurry in my mind, but anyway, I had more than the legally required insurance to pay for that. 

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Yes, my car rear-ended his car, so obviously I must rely on the mercies of the insurance company to pay for the damages. We pulled over and exchanged inusrance information. He seemed fine to me, but I am not medically trained so how would I know. The off-duty paramedic who stopped to help then worked him over and finally the ambulance arrived and carried him away on a stretcher

 Yet in the legal papers I read that months later he was vacationing in Ireland. I have never been to Irelan so obviously the car accident did not happen there, so I am at a loss to explain anything about these litigious novelists. 

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Yes, truly, I would probably need to evacuate the planet entirely to rid myself of those evil warlocks Jeff and Rhonda, but no rush. In the meanwhile, if you choose to send me a free passport, no problem. I could always add another thing to my collections. Fine. No problem. Vanuatu or Nauru, whatever. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that it seemed incredible that you would be expecting me to somehow go out of my way to defend every single word that President Nixon ever spoke and/or uttered in his public and/or private sessions. But I was not intending to make some sort of speech on that point, I read the magazines too, but if you really must insist perhaps we can also talk about that other joke. And then there was the question of who said, "Go thou and do likewise," but that was part of a different joke of another sort. But I will let you learn to read the Bible for yourself. 

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Yes, there is no way that I am ever going to sign any deal with that crazy person who was crowing about how she is going to teach us how to speak Ebonics and live like welfare moms. Who even remembers now who that was, anyway? Forget you. I will be just fine without your crazy deals. The oil executives will tell you when and what's what. Let them figure it out. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would just be lying if I pretended not to be annoyed at these deterministic stagings, as if I would automatically know what all of these mysterious stage directions might mean without being told, and as if I would appreciate being cast with the evil villains for the duration of the staged production. 

When I was 10 years old staging dramatic presentations for the neighbors across the street, that was one thing, but this is real life now. There is no place now for me to be doing that again. I am older now and I have to worry about paying the rent and other practical matters of daily life. 

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Yes, I never really had the chance to experience a moot court, and to see how I would do in such a mental exercise in debate and argumentation, an exercise in futility perhaps. I think that I could have done that well enough, but anyway it is too late now for me to go back to some past potentialities that never happened. 

 

 

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Yes, interesting how Sylvia was able to live in the Bueno house where she was the only girl amidst all boys, and also maybe their maid Chavelita, but who is even counting the maid, for who knows how long, months or years, and somehow that goes unremarked and unnoticed by everyone. But apparently the Sylvia "Trust" is in force there, so just some silly Myrtle twit is not going to hold much weight with that crowd. Oh! As if that meant something. But why waste subtle tones of sarcasm on simple-minded critters that are mostly focused on chasing their own tails? And how is Dana related to Rhonda? And isn't Rhonda's head full of the most worthless Haitian dog food? So obviously we are just wasting our breath trying to apply subtle shades of sarcasm there. Not that I even knew what I was saying, but then later I figure out what I probably meant, maybe.   

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No, I do not want to live in Ireland. There is nothing personal about Ireland. There was nothing personal about that, only an exchange of personal insurance information. My insurance company will talk to your insurance company and vice versa, and the State of Florida will be protecting the off-duty paramedic who stopped to help. It is the Good Samaritan Law that governs him so there is nothing else to say about that. 

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Yes, truly I do not consider myself connected in any way to that Dutch True-teen system, I noticed that Mr. True-teen lives in Nevada now, apparently he has moved on Chicago, after dumping his family in Kansas. However, sometimes I may find these clerical errors may have glued things together in the wrong way so probably I can never be too sure that some mistakes might be gumming up the system unbeknownst to us. 

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Yes, it is fortunate that you have Jeff and Rhonda as your resident experts in matters having to do with Haiti, so you do not have to bother me with that. I will refer all matters of Haiti back to them. And you have Greg and Linda likewise as your resident experts on the DR, so really there is nothing else that I would need to say about that. The Caribbean was never my bailiwick. I forget who are the experts on PR, other than I am certain that would not be me. Don't bother me with their Caribbean stuff. So obviously you will not need me for anything.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember you were talking about Lillian Thrasher, who founded an orphanage in Egypt and lived there for many years. However, I was not there at the time, so I really have no idea what she might have said. I guess in that sense we are all in the same boat, not knowing what did Lillian say anyway. That is about all that I can say about that. I may never know and that's Ok. I can't know everything.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago, more than 20 years ago, I was attending a Bible study group for a few months, maybe 3-4 months, and went through one of those Beth Green Moore books, and it was hosted by someone by the name of Perino. I have not seen most of those people since that time, more than 20 years ago, and also I no longer attend that church, so it is hard for me to remember anything about them. That was a long time ago. 

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Yes, who are those people who are screaming in my ear about cutting me off and who knows what else? Who are they? Why should I care what they say? The damage is already done anyway, so what does it matter if tomorrow I am run over by a truck or whatever? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that you already have the Lestarjets listed, and that was al there was, only Linda and something that Linda said. Not that I would ever think of that ever again, much less say something. 

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Yes, a few years ago I did my research on the family tree, and discovered the existence of that guy in Atlanta. Oh! All I can see is a mess of public records, not quite sure who those people are or why I should care about that. I am not even that fond of my first cousins, why should I care about some unknown guy in Atlanta who I never knew existed?  

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Yes, truly, I am not a dues-paying member of the Calkins Family Association. I came by the name in the normal way, by being born with my father's surname on my birth certificate. And then there are those other people who pay their Association dues so that they can pretend to be related to us, even though they did not get the name in the legitimate way. There is a collection of New Money corporate snobs and Old Money aristocrats who are hanging by a thread to the memory of old-time Calkins glories, but they do not really have the name, so what would they know? For what do I need sicko Bill? For what do I need Rockefeller's Haitian garbage dumpster? For what do I need that guy in Atlanta? Those people have no privileges for telling me what to do with my life. They are merely the dues-paying fringe, useful only insofar as they finance the Association projects and events, whatever the Association wants to do about that I have no idea, and that is as far as that gets. Maybe someday it would be interesting to sign up for that, but it is not necessary. It is also possible to be a Calkins and not pay dues to the Association. Either way, I am a Calkins and you are not.  

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Yes, I remember reading in a book about the horrible thing that the Hindu religion does to single women. Despicable. That is why they are desperate for approval, because they get no respect for doing that. 

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Yes, hopefully sicko Bill will just leave, show himself the door, without me having to explain stuff about why I do not want him in my life. Needless to say. 

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Yes, it is a bit confusing when you are mistaking me for Libby,who has a religious excuse for not swearing on the Bible whether that is true or not, becuase she belongs to the Jehovah's Witness people. 

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Yes, I too feel a little bit like Jonah. On the one hand, he really should care about those people in Nineveh who are going to be destroyed unless they repent of their sins. And on the other hand, there are some people who I would just as soon leave to their own destruction because, anyway, my involvement would only make everything worse. They do not want to "get" it from me, and I am fine with that. Let them "get" it somewhere else.  

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Yes, make you wonder, when did I ever say that I had the slightest interest in presidential campaigns? Never, actually. That was not my point. God will take care of me. Your presidential campaign is of no concern to me. There always will be a crop of those smarmy flattering baby-kissing politicians to fill the office of by virtue of being elected by the clueless majority blob of voting people, whatever that meant. So what about that? 

And have we forgotten having heard the story of how the assorted people of Haiti sold their souls to the Devil? So what about that? 

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Yes, oh, is that Rhonda Hottentot I hear flitting around on her broomstick? I could not care less about connecting to her miserable Haitian hellhole. 

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Yes, that was so rude of them to accuse me of being a Nazi. Who would even think of such a thing? Hasn't it been 70 years since the end of WWII? Makes you think that maybe they are obfuscating their own Nazi sympathies at my expense, because on my own, myself alone, I never would have thought of that, not my issue, but I guess they know who they are. 

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Yes, I would have to admit that I really do not understand what is your Grenade problem. All you have to do is ship all those people directly home to their Mama Blondie. Let Mrs. Blondie handle them, not my problem. 

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Yes. obviously I cannot trust these people not to go rummaging around in my personal papers and making a horrible mess of things, because they are very lousy at any connect-the-dots game. Needless to say. Obviously 

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Yes, oh, I completely forgot about that. I was hearing online maybe Jeff Hitler throwing at me that dreary depressing book about the Caribbean, "The Kingdom of This World," hy Alejo Carpentier. Yes, that was on our high school reading list, but anyway, do I care to be reminded of that dreary strain of negativity? No, not really. There are some books best forgotten, there being no good reason to bother trying to retrieve that, so obviously I am not going to be enthusiastic about any future book discussion with Jeff. Needless to say. Obviously. There is something weird about their Caribbean schematics, because I never had any connection whatsoever to the Caribbean beyond reading a book.. I was in Central America so the Caribbean was not my problem, notwithstanding all due regards to Christopher Columbus.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college, those guys were fond of teasing me by introducing me to some people as their "sister," even though we are not related. Ha ha ha! It was obviously a joke, but a tiresome joke at that, although perfectly acceptable in our religious context, except for how those particular guys were using that, so in a way I can totally understand the urge of Adolph to prosecute Looney Tunes for their practice of wartime propaganda. Even so, there are some irritating things about life that are just always going to be there poking and prodding us along our way, that are best ignored for the sake of our own sanity. Needless to say. Obviously. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would just as soon live in Scotland as Ireland. Either way, the brogue would be a bit thick. And anyway, I might be wary of running into some weird hornet's nest of stuff that I cannot anticipate or deal with. When our ancestors came to America they often broke with the past, and thus the records are a bit scarce for tracking us back that far in time. For example, although my grandmother was a Strickland, you have to trace back to Tudor times to find a sort of connection, maybe. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that back in the day, back there in El Salvador, the best place to eat pupusas, a local food that is very popular there, was in Santa Tecla. I do not know if that is still true, but anyway, probably the word 'tecla' still means key. I have not heard of any dictionary mutations recently. 

That was weird how someone was talking about Patty Cruz, not to be confused with Santa Cruz, and how she wants to run for president vicariously through her Uncle Ted so that she can introduce some Banana Republic themes, not that I believe everything I hear online. That was just a pack of stuff that I heard online, who knows knows where that came from. And her Uncle Ted is married to a Nelson, and isn't my sister married to a Nelson? So what about that. And what makes them think that I am going to care about campaigning for Cubans? How weird was that? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my first year of college, at Evangel University, that one evning several people piled into cars somehow, I forget how we got there, and went to a local ice skating rink, where I did learn how to at least stand and move around on ice skates, nothing fancy, and there is a pairs time where you have to skate with a guy, and I somehow was skating hand in hand with Rob Schmidt for a few minutes, at least until we were going around the turn and somehow he let go of my hand and I fell on my read on the ice, and so that was sort of being dumpted in a way, not that I card that much. He was a cold fish anyway. And the evening ends by everyone getting in a big circle and doing the Hokey Pokey, and there is nothing more to say about that.     

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would just ignore that, and return to sender address unknown, but anyway, if I say nothing then no one would notice that, but I have recently noticed their Iranian harem girl bullet. Oh. But I claim zero responsibility for Kathy's private dealings with the Persians and her Aryan theme song, because didn't some Persians migrate to Sicily in ancient times, which gives Kathy some sort of insider status with the Persians. Not my problem. That was their thing. Weird that she would be sitting their pretending not to remember that was all her thing, but I did not work for them. Not my problem. I did not care that much what their private arrangements were. 

And you were saying, did not the Trojans of ancient day migrate from Turkey to England where they founded the British Empire? Apparently there is some folklore to that effect. And what about that? Does that explain why the Trojan was our high school mascot in Central Amerca? I would have to forward all that mail back to them because anyway that was not my problem.   

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Yes, I see that if you are going to "use" my personal information in that way, you need not worry that I would ever want to speak to you ever again in this lifetime given that the Bible is telling me not to cast my pearls before swine lest I be trampled underfoot in the ensuing stampede. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it does seem strange that I would be hearing stuff online about Malta, given that I have no connection whatsoever to that place. I heard that nobody really lives on Malta anymore. Probably that means that all of the people who can afford to leave, have purchased other homes elsewhere and maybe keep a second home on Malta or park a yacht there or something. Also, the people who live there have their own private language that nobody else can understand anyway, so perhaps their Sicilian tormentors have moved on. And of course there is the Knights of Malta, now based in Rome, but is that really the same country as the island itself? 

The only thing that I remember hearing about Malta during high school is that it is a great place to go if you want to work on buying or earning or getting an aristocratic title such as Count or Baron. But of course you would have to have enough money to purchase the appropriate estate for such an exalted position and to carry on the philanthropic and other duties associated with that.  Not really an ambition of mine, but I do not doubt there might be some sort of truth to that. I did hear him talking about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it really was not my idea, not my suggestion that several of us people from church meet at the movie theater to see that film "Out Of Africa," a completely forgettable flick about those loose-living aristocrats and their frivolous pursuits. I guess they can afford to pay their way out of such moral dilemmas, but regular people such as ourselves really should not be throwing our money around on movies that introduce us to these icky situations that we would rather avoid without grant it the dignity of further discussion.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that I was telling Susie about this crackpot idea that I had about television, but anyway, she always hates my ideas, my ideas are so ridiculous, what an idiot I am, although anyway I might have been 10 years old at the time so really they should not be expecting so much from that anyway. When would they ever think of inventing Youtube? Weird how that conversation gravitated to realms unknown. I was talking to Susie, but I do not remember talking to you about that. How would you know about that? I do not wish to resume that conversation anyway, having been thoroughly conversation that my ideas are completely stupid and worthless, thank you very much, so much less would I want to discuss that with you. Probably the result would be the same. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was talking about Tammy Faye as if they were personally acquainted with her. I was a bit shocked because, anyway, one often sees these people performing on television and they seem so unreal, not really connecting to my personal life. Who said that? What was her name? Who has time to continue researching all of these TV people? Enough about that.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, sometimes I think that I am hearing Sherry's fat mouth running off in the way that she does, but I cannot be sure of who that really is. I only heard that she attended North Central after leaving California whereas I have no connection whatsoever to Minnesota and also I live in Florida, so that can't be me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember Lynda telling me about her special deal with Warren, but I might have been confused about what that meant, something about how they have agreed to never marry. But of course who knows how long that could last or which one of them would go first. I was not a party to that agreement so I could marry if I wanted to. However, Mr. Right fails appear on the horizon, so maybe not yet, if ever, although not for their same reasons. I have a mind of my own, which does not mean that I would know everything. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is sort of confusing the way my late cousins are expecting me to pay for their crimes against humanity, as if I even had a clue about all of these mysterious arrangements all done behind my back. As if.... 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am somewhat concerned at the way that these short-term arrangements are suddenly reinterpreted as long-term covenants, way beyond the scope of what was originally intended. I never intended to "keep" these dull boring Five Clique people on a leash for this long. They were such a nuisance, always cluttering my life with their dull chatter. Enough of them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and then there is the question of who wants to learn more about "The Importance of Being Wolsey," given that he was a controversial figure of England's turbulent Tudor Era. But anyway, it was Thomas More, his successor as Henry VIII's Lord Chancellor, who was canonized by the Catholic Church, notwithstanding the fact that he was famously beheaded by the King over disagreements about his divorce and remarriage issues, famously. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember feeling that it was probably a good thing that I went to the courthouse in downtown San Francisco to retrieve some documents related to the case. I am not sure whether I got everything, but at least I got enough to know that someone ought to be writing a book about "The Importance of Being Adolph." You were bellyaching about someone by the name of Earnest, but now I am not so sure whether the significance of that might have something to do with Adolph. Yes, of course, that would fall flat in a comedy routine, as you were saying. Oh!    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during my senior year of high school, my Dad had organized a campaign for Mr. Fox, who was scheduled to be there for a week or two, but then later Mr. Fox was too sick to appear, so my Dad ended up being the speaker as substitute, and my Dad sometimes talks about that, he has some stories about that. 

And then at about that time, I was hearing some chatter about that, but in a way that I could address that directly and correct those people who were confused about what happened. But why waste my breath trying to explain anything to the evil, pagan trash Sylvia "Trust"? There is just no intelligence there to speak of. My words just fall into some mysterious cracks and it is like I never existed. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, you were saying, Adolph who?
And there was Adolph Peter Schmidt whose wife was named Sylvia, she of the Sylvia Trust. 
And there was Adolph R. Schmidt, who was born in South Dakota. His wife was named Myrtle. 
Both of these guys died in the San Francisco Bay Area. 
Yes, so what about that? Are we even acquainted? Or maybe not.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, during high school in El Salvador, that some persons in our high school class were taken on a field trip to visit the governmental entity, what do they call that, the National Assembly or Congress or something equivalent to that, a sort of old colonial-style building where they meet to make their deliberations, and that was a very nice trip. So that was interesting. I think they greeted us in some way, I forget the details of that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we noticed that you might be the messengers of Mr. Dork. Well, God bless you, (or else may God heap hot coals or Coles upon your head.) Either way, that is out of my control. Did I ask to be introduced to the infamous Mr. Dork? No, that was your idea, not mine. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was not an eyewitness of the so-called flower "show." I only heard about that from Cori, she thought that was so funny. Yes, probably it was outrageous but I cannot really speak of that first-hand, I was not there at the time. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember online receiving a message from Larry Kraiss of all people, as if I would care to be reminded of him. And it had something to do with his medical profession specialization, which is of no consequence to my life. So what about that? The letter did serve to remind me of some things that I had forgotten, and even so, what about that? I was still mostly blocked off at that time, so it was weird to hear that from irrelevant persons from the Chicago slums, given that anyway I had never discussed that with anyone. How would I know where they got their wrong information? And how would I ever go about fixing this problem? I might rather die first than have to talk about that with those weird guys. 

And wasn't his friend Jim also a sad case, whose wife left him for another man, his career ended in complete failue and his familty trash? So when do I care what Jim thinks about anything? So what if Jim wants to bust my kneecaps? He is an idiot.   

And, and didn't Larry attend medical school at ORU in Tulsa, where blithering idiot David lives, who also might be overdue for extensive brain surgery? 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there was the curiosity of not knowing what is the relationship of Stephanie to the Whitaker twins. Do they like each other or not? Why were all those sparks flying about? Are they really so telepathic or are they just guessing wrong on purpose so that I then have to correct that later? And that gives me a big headache, to be sure. And even so, why should it be my job to correct their telepathic sputterings? Is someone going to pay me to do that? Am I that gullible that I should allow myself to be pressed into slavery for no reason whatsoever?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird the way Susie was gloating about her many Christmas presents on the tape, but anyway you never heard the tape, and also sometimes we have to overlook these minor faults in our friends and not draw too much attention to these minor details. It just didn't matter that much.

How many times do I have to point out that I never gave any gift to Carol Garlic, only my mother did that. How should I know who those Italian women were? They all sort of look the same to me. I do not remember them that much. Why should I care if Miss Garlic is gone on a a huge ego trip.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you could always ask Michelle about that. Doesn't Michelle have her thumb on everything anyway? So what could I possibly add to whatever Michelle would say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during our college field trip for Desert Biology we had occasion to stop in Tucson, where we toured the museum of natural history, featuring information about the various species of prickly cactus plants and so forth, and later we stopped to hike the Picacho. Several of us signed the log book at the summit of the Picacho, indicating that we had been there in maybe '79 or '80, I forget exactly which year. I really do not have anything to add to that. Any further annotations or commenataries would only add layers of complication that were really not necsessary.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is the question of whether the boarder was really an Astor, or just some third-rate wannabe. So what about that? And who care anyway now after all these years/ There is not much to go on, just one census document from the early 20th century. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there is that bit in the diary about Grandma putting the dirty laundry outside to dry. Some people are making way too much of that. She died years ago, in the 1980s, and anyway I am sure that she was a Christian and that Jesus forgives her faults and mistakes and sins, so what about that? And I am not related to you anyway so I see no reason for this conversation to exist.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, who would have thunk that all of these weapons and tools existed? I never really knew that until now. Oh! 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I probably would not mind spending a couple of weeks digging around in the state archives, or a couple of months or however long that job might take. Who knows what historical curiosities might be found in the archives, even though the logistics of getting there would be a nightmare. There would be costs for transportation, food and lodging, etc. etc. But I would do that if the math made any sense. However, at present, there is no math for that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder why I would need to compare notes with Pam Hart from South Dakota. She seems to be living in an alternate reality. And I do not have time for that. Life is short and Dakota people are so weird. 

Pam Hart was trying to pick an argument, but I did not choose to join the battle, because anyway Pam's roommate is that horrible witch, so how would I know what their private conservations were? I would just be launching blindly into some blurry conflict that might not be exactly what it seemed based only on what one of them said.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember telling Bekcy that it would have been fun to play Risk with Kent Stone and those guys, but anyway that never happened. I never really learned how to play that game, although the game seemed intriguing when we paused for a moment near their game table in the student union at Evangel College so that Becky (MK-Malaysia) could greet Kenton (MK-Uruguay). 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember Tom as one of those guys who think that every word in the English language starts with the letter "F." They all look the same to me. No reason to waste my breath on worthless Tom when obviously he has no vocabulary whatsoever. I wash my hands of them all. You are only another Tom idiot, nothing to waste further time upon. Shocking to learn that Cori belongs to that garbage bucket also. I prefer to pick my own battles, separately from the Whitaker yappy dogs.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am fairly sure that I was not the only girl in the room that day. Just because she might not be an American citizen, that did not mean that she might not have some opinions of her own on these points.  

But beyond that, I really do not feel like sharing notes with anyone. I just want to be gone from there.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we sort of heard her sad story played out in the media. She thought she was having a romantic relationship with her Spanish boyfriend, and all of thetime, whether before or after was not so clear, he was having an affair with the maid at his house. But you had to be present at a certain meeting to hear that and thus to figure out at least something partial about that. What, are we the confessional priests that we would have to keep that a secret? And it was a public meeting so we can talk about that if we want to, although we would really rather not talk about that unless required by force. I can only wish later that I were not present to hear that. Oh, was there some need for us to pull the "Honorable" Stephanie out of her private garbage dumpster? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot have much of a life living in the shadows of the Evil Woman. She does a much better job of performing that role of Evil Woman, I cannot hold a candle to that casting choice. My paltry efforts at age 4 cannot truly compare to the really evil thing that she does. I really must step aside and not even try to imitate such a terrifying phenomenon of animal nature. To aspire to become a cheap imitation of a cheap imitation is not really an inspirational thing to do, not really that good. There is just no comparison possible. 

And yet I cannot claim to be quite the so-called Pentecostal lamb, slain in complete innocence. I am not worthy or deserving to even try to pretend that I never did anything wrong. So there is the conundrum of being caught in between the now and the not yet, as they saying says.      

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that the Wacky Weird Pirrmaniacs of New York district will be waiting a very long time for nothing to happen, because anyway I have no intention of going there. I do not understand what their problem is and I really do not appreciate them bothering me about nothing much. Yawn! 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, of course I know what the Great Commission is. Needless to say. The Great Commission is the whole reason for my being here, the sole reason why I am sitting here in high school study hall trying to concentrate on doing my homework, trying to block out all of these worthless distractions while my parents are working with the churches to do exactly that. I did have one convert at least, during the AIM team project that happened during my senior year of high school, so I am not entirely clueless about the purpose of the mission. I do understand that some other people just do not have a clue about the Great Ccommissions all their money emanates only from accessory or carnal sources of lesser interest, such as for example booze, so they just are not going to understand this point, useless to try to dialogue with such clueless booze whiners. They would make a mess of my head before I would ever have a chance to say anything.  

WHich Reminds Me

Yes, it is not very helpful to hear Kathy over there, sitting with her haughty arrogant cliquey friends, spitting poison in my direction. So what about that? Probably I could say something similar about Tinker dog. So what about that? 

Who is going to have my back covered, my expenses paid, while I would go in there to investigate, what do they want?   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, another of the various things I heard online was that Blondie thinks that, because her name is Dorothy, she can position herself to seize the crown of Oz from redhead. As if. To start with, who even knows what color Dorothy's hair was in the book as read, and also just because Judy Garland wore an auburn hair hairpiece for the movie role does not say very much, not really something to depend upon too much. Fiction is a fickle thing and later depends upon the particular notions of whoever is interpreting for the movie adaptation. And movie adaptations often vary widely from the original book. 

WHich Reminds Me

Yes, wouldn't that be nice if someone would put me on their payroll, only so that I could at least float effortlessly above the fray, and look haughtily down my nose upon these various annoying jokesters who never seem to get when it is time to stop talking about that and shut their stupid mouths. Would the FBI ever pay me to "Help" them? But it was Joan who wanted to work at the FBI. That wasn't my idea. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, when I was 8 years old, we were living in Guadalajara, Mexico for one year, while my parents were attending language school, and during that time I met a few people who as it turns out never had any future role in my future life, because anyway we all went in a variety of direcdtions and our paths never again crossed, and there was no reason for me to apologize for that. Goodbye! 

Sort of weird that some strange guy who married horrible her, for which he has only himself to blame, not my problem, would be trying to attach me to his private life, as a sort of three-wheeled vehicle or similar Mormon-like schemata. I actually have no connection whatever to his Blackiestan house. I wash my hands of that. I have no idea why there would be anything more to say about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I will not follow your cricket laws. Maybe I could be induced to play badminton, but definitely not crickets. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember someone telling me that Kelly Elliott was saying nasty things about me, as if were ever acquainted during high school. I do not even remember her, so I really do not appreciate her kicking up a storm of stupid stuff. I thought she was nothing, actually, just another snob probably. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not quite remembering, did I ever once check the box by which some agree to contribute a dollar to presidential elections? If I ever did accidentally tick the yes box, I really do not remember, because that never made sense to me. It is sort of confusing, where would that money really go? By doing that, would I be helping the wrong candidate? And what did the Communist party ever do for me anyway? The picture seems too confusing and blurry for me to understand. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would never ever recommend that anyone ever sneak into his office only to flip a calendar or pull some silly prank. How did he think of doing that? And then to tell so many people means that everyone would be well informed by now of that. And we already know well that the man is such a wicked evil unforgiving person who spits poison whenever possible, so we are all bending over backwards to avoid him at all costs and to leave him completely uninformed of our whereabouts and doings, and you are completely not helping us with that. 

But my sister always was a proficient prankster in her wayward youth so it makes sense that she would have passed that along. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always terrifying when those guys throw thunderbolts at us, as if we were their obligatory peon-slaves upon which they intend to build a monument to their own wondrefulness at our expense. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is the qu4stion of who is calling who a stalker. I never liked them that much to start with, but who can pick and choose who is a fellow citizen? There I was going about my business, trying to involve myself in church life, starting to meet some people and have a good time, and suddenly these people start poking me in the back, and also this guy who is barely an acquaintance, did I see him at some meeting that I had forgotten because it was not that important, and he  thinks everything is all about him, and makes it so that I have to leave just to throw him off my tracks.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, back in the 1990s, that I was working at a newspaper in Boca Raton, and my editor Steve Ricci has some insider link to the Armenian people who owned the Pink Plaza there downtown. I only got that indirectly, wasn't sure of all his specific contacts who filled his ear with various things. And they also had a deal with the publisher. Of course, later the company was sold, the publisher died, Steve was fired, and also I left and no longer work there, so whatever their insider deal was, I have no idea. You would have to ask them, as if that were possible. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what was all that hullabaloo emanating from that smarmy lowlife Bakker idiot and his worthless Minnesota money that nobody asked for to start with? But it would not be very politically smart for me to say anything whatsoever about those power players, even if I often do congratulate myself on having zero connection to that worthless pile of dog food, even if strictly, technically speaking I am not supposed to be complacently flattering myself by comparing myself to those less fortunate wretched slobs than myself, as for example Jessica. Needless to say. I can just ignore them and pretend that I never really heard that, besides which you are obviously the allies of Sherry, whose career as a comedian is a complete failure. Sherry attended North Central, not me. Since when do I care about North Central? Not funny. NOT FUNNY. How did those people get my name and address? How do I have those scammers blocked from addressing me directly? They are not recognized here. Does not compute. Danger danger!  

Whicih Reminds Me

Yes, I really don't understand some things about there, I only know that I am really not so much Irish as some people seem to imagine judging from superficial outward appearances. Maybe 10-15% Irish, I am not sure exactly. Someone was telling me that Scotland actually has more redheads than Ireland, but who is counting on that? And living costs would be high, as compared to living in Zimbabwe or Borneo. And anyway, I do not like this idea of informing all my enemies in advance of what I am going to do or where I am going to go. Am I really that stupid?    

But life is short. Do I really have so much time left to learn another alphabet and wade through all those dreary die-a-criticals? Better to EN-joy what is left of however long I might live later, or not. Nobody can say how long they will live. 

Besides which, I do not have the same ethnic problems of those nasty Ukrainian dogs. They seem stupid to me, but maybe I just never learned to read Ukrainian so I will just never understand them.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not see how you would expect me to go anywhere with all this sand in my shoes. Heavy. 

Besides which, so insulting that you would try to attach me to Stephanie. Yuk! So insulting. Leave me out of that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is unfortunate that I wrote those things down, only because you asked for that, not because I am thinking that all of the time, it was only an artistic license temporarily that I was given. And you can say all sorts of nasty and hateful things audibly and even silently and get away with murder and nobody cares about that. It is only the printed words that matter to you, apparently. So something is wrong with this picture.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I only wish I were even half as smart as you seem to imagine, judging from all of this circumstantial evidence. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a. it puzzling to ponder, why is it so difficult for me to have a private conversation with my mother, and then suddenly in the corner of my eye I notice the little Bell brat hovering nearby, eavesdropping no doubt, because anyway I was not talking to her, and she was my sister's guest so why is she not with my sister istead of she wondering around the house eavesdropping on everybody else? And anyway, wasn't she always a willing participant n all of those pranks organized against me by little sister, so not really someone to pity that much? I never get a brea, it is just always a one-way street with them. 

And why all of this pressure on mom, as if she were the dictionary? No, I should probably just look in a dictionary and not ask again. Enough about that. As if it were only a question of dictionaries.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, makes me wonder, are you one of those Mormon scammers? Don't waste my time with that. I am over that now. And can the legal authorities do something to force the Mormon scammers to return my money to me intact and without you attached? Just wondering. With interest compounded even better. 

They called me from Arizona about that, but there was really nothing they could do except advise that maybe I should not answer scammer phone calls. Where would I go to file my withdrawal request?  

But there is always my Paypal account. You could send it to my Paypal account at candijcalkins@gmail.com, also candicalkins@mac.com

But when do scammers ever repent? Who knows when that would ever happen.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you were asking me what political things did I hear, and what I remembered was that there was a big controversy about whether the AG were going to set themselves up for dictatorship in a world domination play, or whether they were going to somewhat deregulate and let the various countries do their own thing to a certain degree. The latter plan won the vote. My Dad always said that the missionary's job was to build up the local church to the point where the missionary would be out of a job because the local people can do their own thing now. We are no longer needed there so it is time to find something else to do. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is sort of puzzling how they would put this much energy into proving the opposite of what I said about that. But whatever. So do you ever have a thought about anything, or is just automatically the opposite of whatever I said? 

Because anyway, they (General Council) already voted on that, and the matter was already settled anyway so there was nothing more that I would need to say about that. But I already told you that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know they wanted me to say something about that, the problem of so many dead people and so forth, but anyway, as someone was saying, there are so many human errors anyway, and they would just cut my head off if I tried to tell them what to do, and anyway, so, yes, I am not sure when they would get a clue about that, maybe eventually. I don't know when they would get a clue about that because they just want to do what they want to do. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during our first term living in El Salvador, we were on a six-month tourist visa, so that every six months we had to drive the four hours or so to Guatemala for a short vacation and then reenter the country and get another six-month tourist visa, and so on for the three years of our first term. During our second term we were on a residence permit, I forget why that was so, and we no longer had to make the obligatory trek to Guatemala every six months, so that was nice.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, they really are having too much "fun" at the Ritz-Carlton hotel, yet another reason to never go there. But it is not my place to say. Their authorities for doing that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how could I forget my little bank book from first grade. And how much would $3 or so be worth now? Probably not that much. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that you could always slit my throat and seize the rights by eminent domain or something of that nature. Anything could happen. Who knows what could happen? All I know is that it just did mot matter that much. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that those Lebanese people were making quite a bit of noise online way back when, as if I should do something about that. They were saying that they are refusing to negotiate with a woman, so that I should not expect anything from them, and that I should not approach them except through a husband or father. So that was news to me, that I would need to negotiate about something. And also, who knows when I would ever have a husband to negotiate on my behalf, possibly never. So I suppose that those Lebanese people will just be waiting for a very long time for nothing to happen. That is all I can think about that. Only God can solve their problem, certainly not me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was remiss in not sending thank you cards to various gift-givers who were so kind in making an effort to do that for me. I do not know why I did not do that, but you know that I was grateful at heart, even if sometimes I do not quite know what to say about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when did I ever get a chance to explain that I was not interested in performing a role in the stage play, 'Revenge of the Wild Catholic Girls'? Really, I could not care less, especially when I see, anyway, that they are all utterly boring self-absorbed greedy Italians. You have your stupid Amy twit for that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really cannot imagine what I could do to help, especially since I do not know much of anything about that, only third-hand gossip. I never had a chance later to ask his daughter about that. I just have no idea. Not to mention the logistical details of finance, etc.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during the one year that I was at Evangel College, that there was a dean there whose surname was Dean Best. So he was Dean Best. And he had a slogan, "Be the Best!" which was printed on various promotional materials. And his daughter was there in college also, a friend of mine. And toward the end of the school year he was fired due to, from what I heard, some indiscretion with some woman on his staff, I forget who she was. Who knows whether I heard that rightly. Facts tend to drift toward fiction on the gossip line, so I would not want to claim to know anything more about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, who can forget that shocking thing, it was sort of shocking in the way that she said that, Suzette describing Angie's appearance at the District Council, hanging onto Bob's arm. She seemed to think that was sort of weird, and I cannot say anything about that one way or another given that I was not there and have no other source of information on this topic. Who even keeps track of these orphanage slaves? I was not keeping track of them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that the Baptists do some things right, at least they stick faithfully to the basics. And what did the Foursquares ever do for me, beyond producing this vicious nasty Charlene? And anyway, the Oneness people can't be counted on for details, everything is just one big blob of stuff to them. And if I were to go to Lee, I might get stuck in someone else's high school clique that I never wanted anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember being aware, during high school, that Carmen has a rule of never watching television. Except maybe the Smurfs, she might be induced to watch some cute cartoon. But mostly she disdains people who watch television. 

And then there is the point of all that stuff that I watched on TV that maybe I shouldn't have. But anyway, I never did care to live by Carmen's rules. TV has certainly earned its place, whether good or bad is a separate point. I am really not interested in arguing this point extensively. Life is short. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during the first year of college, at Evangel, that I lived in the dorms, in Spence 3rd North, and on the opposite end of the same hall lived Jan Chance. Jan had brought some board games to college, and once or twice three or more of us wer there in her room playing board games. I remember that I made my move on the board, and then I was accused of cheating, and so I had to pull out the rules book and show where in the rules I can do that, and so that is what I did, and then she would calm down for a while. And I think that happened more than once, and it became a bit it became somewhat tiersome to have to yet again explain the rules of the game. How can you not know the rules of the game by now? A broken record sort of thing.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whose crazy idea was it to sell the land to those horrible people. But they are not my problem now. I could not care less about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that there was an insurrection, but that happened after I had already left  maybe some months or years later, and the rumor I heard was that they were told to wait and be pacified because even though they don't like the idea of my getting the money, they will be the staffers in control of the money, so it really would not matter if I had the money or not, it would just all be their money and I would have nothing to say about that anyway. They might as well just write out the check directly to them and not bother me with that imaginary nightmare. 

And also, they are such fakers. Who is to say they were every going to give me any money? Maybe it was jsut a ploy of some sort, and don't they talk out of both sides of their mouth anyway? Whose money would that be anyway? Where would that come from? What unwanted strings would be attached to that? And I never even asked them for money. And why can't they really explain what they actually said instead of sending out all of this cloud of wrong information, and they think they can get away with saying any old thing, whatever, and nobody is going to double-check anything they say. Yes, so, what is truth?      

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would like to reserve the right to remain silent and withdraw from the planet without further ado, given that, anyway, I am only a caricatured figment of their fevered imag8inations.  

I really do not like looking back all the time and seeing those sucky things nattering away. This picture is not quite right. Don't they have any good ideas in their own minds that they have to suck on me?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we sort of noticed that you sort of ate the Butlers, and what about that? And all you are is a pile of worthless Tinker junk, and still you sit there yapping in that misleading way of yours, as if people were going to fall naively and credulously into your cash crop joke. Ha ha ha! 

And if you are so clever, think on about how to resolve this financial crisis that you have thrown upon me.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have noticed now and then how you are trying to insert that phrase "red-headed stepchild" somewhere in this narrative. So ridiculous. And I never had the slightest connection whatsover to your horrible trailer trash ex-wife from Georgia. Huh? Absurd. Yuk!  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Lori Way was a college classmate, who married another college classmate, Al Moore, but nobody cares about that now, at this late date. Just because these Lebanese assume the name of Moore, that does not make them related to the English Moores. Just because we are the descendants of Amanda FitzAllen Moore, that does not mean that those other Lebanese Moores have any valid claim to tell me something about nothing much. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did notice, maybe I forgot to mention that I noticed that you wold your soul to the Devil. There is a point of no return, where I can no longer try or attempt to extract you from the dangerously downward path that you are treading. Who knows whether we will ever meet again in this lifetime. I just have no idea. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not remember myself expressing much of any opinion at the time, having heard of an event that was much too shocking to process in only a moment. The consequences later could be very long lasting. Needless to say. But perhaps Ann would have other thoughts on this matter, I have no idea. But of course Ann is Canadian so maybe you would want to try to strain Ann's comments through a U.S. citizen, given your particular notions of who can say what.  So what did they say? Maybe you could start by telling me what they said.  

What? Did you think that my name was Daniel? No, obviously not.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, she was telling me about some people in our high school who call themselves the Spartans. And also she was telling me that she had witnessed two guys fighting, maybe it was near the entrance outside the school, or else on the sports field, I forget what she said about that. She did not mention the names of the two guys so I really would not have anything useful for a courtroom scenario. And also Anne Campbell had walked over and was saying something about the family jewels. Two guys in a right — the family jewels — oh! Still, you would have to ask them for the details. It was not my job to interrogate them for legal purposes. But they were very chatty. It was hard to detach myself from the chatterboxes. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, who would ever imagine that evil hissy snake Carmen, always sneering at me throughout high school, as if I were some sort of Appalachian white trash, so ridiculous considering who is saying that,  was actually a special project of Miss Murphy and the Benner family. They certainly do throw a lot of money around for some mysteriously unknown reasoe, and that puts me in a bind because anyway wasn't Miss Murphy my fourth grade teacher and there were some other church relationships tied up in that so it is hard for me to find a place to say something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that some of those people consider themselves the "Spartans," preferring to identify themselves with those Greek people who were famous for their warrior feats. I do not know much else about them, only that they are fond of calling themselves the Spartans. Was that a social clique or some private club. I just have no idea. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember when we were living in El Salvador, that some people were telling us some Molina jokes that were sort of bad, you feel guilty laughing at the punch line, thanks for that pile of nonsense. But in the interests of diplomacy, sometimes one has to take people as they are, not as how you might wish they would be latter after they become more mature in their Christian faith. And also it is necessary to remember that their sense of humor is different than ours. And also there are other lower levels of humor that, anyway, it is just not worth the effort of trying to remember the jokes with such irrelevant specificity. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with the rageaholic whackos of NYC. But I digress. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during our 1976 fall retreat, our main speaker was named Jim Hall. His parents were well-known missionaries in Africa. 

And to jump from that to a Fawn Hall story would be a bridge way too far for us to cross. Never. I would never have any idea what that was about. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to Card Shark Crawley? Oh, but she changed her name when she married Mr. Notman, plus she has loads of money so that she can broadcast some annoying stuff online, while easily evading the authorities  who might otherwise be interested to learn more about her witchcraft connections. I do not know anything about that. I only heard some odd things online. Why so defensive about hiding that name? Why is Notman's head not the one displayed on a platter? That would be interesting to see.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really would rather not waste my breath talking about her, even though everyone may be bored stiff by now of her constant caterwauling, always the same thing, blah blah blah. I might still have a tennis raciket stored away in my closet, but I do not know when I would ever play tennis again at me age. Anyway, it just did not matter that much. It was only a tennis racket. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that was your idea for me to move to Appalachia to fix those ornery stubborn mountain people. But of course that never happened. What lousy ideas you had for me. When are you going to get a clue and stop bothering me with your lousy ideas? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that he said, referring to the photograph on his student ID card, that his face looks like such a dark ink blot there, with almost no distinguishing features that may be discerned in that. But I would only be repeating what I heard he himself saying while presenting his ID card to the cashier at the college bookstore, myself being among those persons standing in line behind him. It was sort of funny the way he said that himself at the time, ID photos are all usually not that great anyway, but I would not want to have to say that for him.