Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember during my senior year of high school, that Sharon Turner had recently arrived to work for John, and I vaguely remember explaining some things to her that I had learned, even if we may not agree on all these points, a few words to avoid, probably better to know what to avoid than to accidentally stumble upon those words as had been my previous experience. 

Weird that later I would be getting all this online mail from Ted. I can easily imagine the Reese family from Georgia may have some thought of communicating with the broadcast magnate, but we ourselves are not connected to that level of commerce and industry. Shocking. And should I ask, Ted who? Why should I care about Ted whoever?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, while reading the diaries of great-grandmother, noticing that she talks, maybe in the 1940s, about her job at a local hotel, where she goes, accompanied by her youngest daughter, to earn some xpending money by making the beds and cleaning the hotel rooms. Ok, so that was probably a note of interest to you, the Hunts especially. And what other odd jobs can you list? 

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, years ago, back in the Oakland Park days, that I once sang in church, a solo, "Sweet Hour of Prayer," and then later someone told me that Pastor hates song. What, only one hour of prayer daily? Why not two hours? three hours? etc etc. Why limit ourselves to doing only that. Yes, we could always have done more, something else to show ourselves worthy, to meet all the highest standards. So I hope that, having heard of that reaction, that they will not be holding that song against me later. Hopefully, it will be enough to just have faith for salvation of my own soul, even if I can never be good enough to meet all of their exacting and precise measurements of who is worthy to say anything more about that. I should just probably not try too hard, because anyway, if it were really God's will, maybe He would have already made a way. And if not, then I can only fail as per scripting rules. John 3:16. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that, looking back on my past, there were several acquaintances by the name of Mark, so which Mark are you talking about? Mark this or that is not enough to mean anything much. Mark who? 

But if you insist on getting on your wrong inforamation from Rosanne, you have nothing to say. You only wish you had something to say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, after parting ways from Tony, I continued walking toward home, needing to walk a few blocks over to Calle Roosevelt, then south on Boulevard de los Heroes, to my house near McDonald's. During a stretch along Boulevard de los Heroes, there was a guy walking the other way on the sidewalk, and he sort of leans over and says, "I love you, baby," and maybe some other word or two, there was not much to that. So typical of these Latino guys, as soon as they see white girl, they want to practice their tiny English vocabulary, maybe a line from a movie, something predictable. But it is important for me not to react in any way to that, because there is no way of knowing how dangerous these guys are. 

What? And you were imagining that I would campaign for your husband to become the first Latino president of the USA? That would be sort of weird for me to involve myself in your problem. Oh, sorry1 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, to walk home from school all by myself was a bit daring of me, I am so impatient about getting out of school early for some reason not taking the usual bus, but anyway, what could possibly go wrong? I was being very careful not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk, so what else could I do to ensure my personal security? It was only for a few blocks that he overtook me, and then we parted ways at the intersection because he was walking to his club, whereas I was walking home so I had to turn left at that point.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have not heard anything about him for years and years now, beyond that it was mentioned that he now works at city hall. I have no reason to go to city hall, myself having no business there at the moment. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was somewhat insulting, to be mistaken for the Arab dog who was mistaken for a Calkins. Probably the same could be said for the Italian version of that. La di dah. We just are who we are, no need to apologize for not being one of them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how interesting, coincidentally speaking, that our friend from ancient times, Tim Davenport, was telling us, years ago, that he worked for Microsoft. He might even have met Bill Gates there, although he did not say much about that. I do not have any juicy office gossip to share on that point. I would rather die than have to ask more questions about that. Yes, and how coincidental to note that Bill Gates is listed as a notable descendant of Hugh Calkins, in the website of the Calkins Family Association. And if you read that article about Calkins DNA you would already know that many Calkins are the R1B types that are plentiful in the British Isles, although there is a case of a Mideastern lineage accidentally thrown in there, yet not the J haplogroups, so whatever. Sometimes adoptions complicated these matters. And also you would have noticed that coincidentally the Davenports think they are related to the Calkins, although it is a very complicated thing from New England of the 18th or 19th century, I really don't understand, events involving persons long since dead so whatever. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, at least I learned how to read, unlike some illiterate persons who I could name but probably shouldn't. Just to prove themselves to be rabbits capable of proliferating prolifically proves nothing whatsoever beyond the level of animal spirits. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that will teach Tony NOT to barge into my personal life and snatch my personal paperwork out of my hands. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it seems normal that everybody's mother thinks that her son is so special, even if I may be of the opinion that he is only a creepy annoying twit named Tony. But Arab people are so weird about promoting themselves in the most ridiculous and irritating ways, completely tone deaf. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember meeting those two guys who later moved to Montana from California. Sometimes I think I hear them yammering, and yet I somehow think that I owe them nothing. If they were truly giving to the Lord, they would not need to ask. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I forget exactly when I tuned out of math, never my strongest point, not helpful to have the distraction of this Tony D. clown obsessing on me nearby. And he is only a neurotic nuisance, not really a friend. I think I could have done better at math without Tony, but there is no time later, no Tony, forg4et Tony. I think that I could have learned other languages also, but life is short, and my brain does not absorb stuff the same way as when I was younger. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of rude, when Joy was telling me that her fiancee Harold Moore thinks that I am dirty. Oh, what a rue thing to say, something about how there is no dishwasher, so sometimes dishes pile up in the sink, not too much but anyway, also the yellow vinyl tiles in the kitchen always do look sort of dingy. Ok, fine. I am so glad that I am not an employee of those trailer trash boors. And then there was the time when I had not anticipated Joy barging into the bathroom at that precisely wrong moment, I thought that I had a couple of seconds to quick go grab something and return, but there is only one bathroom that is shared by two people, not the sole property of Joy, who by the way never spends much time there anyway, she spends most of her waking hours at her fiancee's apartment nearby. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Joy was one of my roommates for several months when I was living in Virginia. When I said that I had attended SCC, she said that she is somehow related to Sam Ebersole, who I remembered was a techie sound guy at my college. Apparently he later moved to Colorado and was having a successful career in media. Oh, so that was an interesting minor coincidence. Looking deeper into the paperwork of the matter, I now see that Joy was actually a stepchild of Ebersole from Pennsylvania, who was apparently some distant cousin to Sam, the second husband of her mother. Oh, ok, fine. And there was a time when I had to apply some verbal pressure, to urge her to pay her half of the electricity bill, reminding her that she had recently spent big money on an expensive boombox as a birthday present for her fiancee, but for some reason she does not want to contribute a small amount, maybe $10 or 20 although I do not remember the exact amount, to pay her half of the electricity bill, so that was sort of contradictory for her to suddenly claim she cannot afford to pay for electricity.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we can see that Greg Norman may be stuck in Sicily for the long haul, so we are not expecting to hear more from them, given that, anyway, he is only a fireman who is sitting around the firehouse all day long with apparently nothing else to do but polish the firetruck. But what was that rude thing that they said about the people of Malta? That wasn't very nice. How dare you insult the people of Malta that way. Maybe he could spell that more clearly so that we can all hear that. They might do things differently than the people of Sicily, but anyway they have the same right of self-determination as everyone else. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting to see you blithely yapping away, and yet unaware that cattle ranching is an integral part of the general economy of Texas. Thus, to promote vegetarian ideals might seem an unnecessary conflict of interests, but to each his own. The upheavals of the meat packing industry of a century ago are quickly receding into the past and now, in our generation, nobody can remember anything about that. Whatever your job might be, who knows if trading one meat packing industry for another has any special meaning. We only know that Outback is a good place for a steak dinner, but there are many such places in our country. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, while you are researching all this stuff, maybe you could ask them about that bit where they are laughing at me as the "deer in the headlights." The blank star of the deer as viewed from the other side of the blinding headlights of the car. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, that our physical education teacher was Mr. Moran, a name that often appears here and there. And I know nothing about them, beyond the minimum requirements for high school P.E. class, they must have mistaken me for sports star Kathy. That is all I can think to say about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is the problem of so many religious people having their brains full of those sicko Watchman Knee books, not to mention that he was actually Chinese with political angst issues. Surprising how many U.S. people swallow that stuff hook line and sinker without ever pausing to think that this guy has an attitude problem. But I dare not say anything about that. I should stay silent and not be rattling on about a guy who anyway did some good things, even if the printing presses have replicated his attitude problem ad nauseum. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, back in the old days I had not realized how hostile and vicious the Turners really are. Shocking. But anyway, not to worry. They cannot really be the English baron while in the USA, as matters stand at the moment. And all the while we never knew that existed anyway, so that was not our problem. I have other things on my mind than to be yanked around by the nasty Turner trash. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, my Dad has that saying, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what the pastor does not do, the assistant must. Yes, right. If your job is the assistant, that means you ahve to do whatever they say. But of course, if your job is NOT that of assistant, then you do not have to worry about that so much. No paycheck-no duties.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, oops, I lied, June was from New Hampshire, not Massachusetts. I forgot. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during my year at Evangel College, I lived on Spence 3rd North floor, and partway through the year there was a talent show, and one of the persons who lived on our floor, June from a few doors down the hall, performed a skit in which she played the role of Bette Davis, delivering the famous lines inviting people to go  upstairs to see her, although the way she says that ensures that nobody wants to be reminded of that later. Wasn't she from Massachusetts? But I will need to leave Evangel, in part to liberate myself from June's weird schemes that I am not understanding. I hear weird mutterings, stuff about how I am going to be their slave, and other things about other people of previous years whose things they are applying minndlessly,  but I cannot really get a handle on that. When are those weird people going to get a clue, I am gone.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, how those former friends came to visit us at our other house years later, and they were full of anti-missionary jokes, which was quite alarming. Very bad jokes typical of a low-level type of peasant, to be sure. But how to address that issue would seem a bit clunky, given that they are openly mocking and deriding us. I would rather let others defend us, and not have to do it all myself. But we will probably not get much help from those other brats. They are so worried about defending their own mother, that there is nothing further to be expected from them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you bet I do, you big-time gamblers. And life is full of risks, isn't it, so we often say one thing and then do another. Right. But anyway, I would not want to qualify for something that I did not really want anyway. It would be quite alright if they would just walk away and and stop pretending to be our fri4ends.. That would be fine with me. We did not ask for their help and we did not want them that way anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and all that they had to do was to rename the naacp to something more indicative of the color of a mud fence, but anyway, who ever thinks about that? I don't want to say that, I don't even want to notice that, much less have to say that.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, during the two years that we lived in that house on the street called Calle San Antonio Abad, when I was maybe 9 and 10 years old, that one evening we were invited to the birthday party of one of the girls who lived across the street. We go there and after the initial refreshments there was this Catholic box thing that they are going to carry back to its resting place a short distance away, so we agree to walk with them during this event, and we walk a couple of blocks over and turn up a street, and suddenly we are in a completely different part of town, a somehwat antique looking district that I have not seen before or since. And we are walking along and they are having this Catholic ceremony and I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable with being there, but anyway I am only 9 or 10 years old and I am not going to walk back alone when I do not know where I am. Later I hear some stuff online, people commenting about the rare presence of white people in that place, what are those white girls doing there, and so forth. So perhaps I was exposed to some things that I might not have noticed otherwise. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how those guys from college used to be so funny, they were always so full of humorous little things to say, and now they are completely dead. What happened. Take for example Dave Rogers. Nothing but a uppity-up corpse remains of that formerly funny guy. Deader than a doornail. Worthless. I could name a few other who are similarly dead. Up is a hollow prize for a shallow mind. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird. Tim Triplett led a group of people from church, to a nearby jail/reform school facility, where we were to put on a religious program for the benefit of the incarcerated persons there. Tim made a big show of choosing Lisa Oped to perform in his skits. I was not chosen to perform in any skits. Ok, fine. Whatever. The weird thing about that was how she berated me for pretending to belong to the drama club, which I had never claimed to belong to, so whatever. Yes, so I never belonged to Heidi's drama club during college. Ok, fine. And why is Lisa Oped pretending to have attended college in California, unless she is prepped for staging by Jennie Cerullo, who seems to be well connected to the Italian community here in South Florida. And Jennie herself was only a cheerleader, although at the Halloween party she played the role of mafia grandmother in a skit with some guys that I do not remember much about, I only glimpsed that from a far distance and the sound system was not that good in the gymnasium so I could not hear much of what was happening on stage.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how no one can explain who was Art Bailey. Why do I think that he belonged to the drama club people? Maybe you could explain something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, looking back, I could have done some things differently, but then again, anyway, it seems that my failure was already written into the script anyway, so that is a limitation that I have to work around somehow, because anyway, it is not only about what you thought. 

Which Reminsd Me

Yes, those guys might have been Heather's friends, but anyway, I cannot quite see how that boomeranged into the ozone layer as a warped dingbat, and also, who cares about their stupid opinions anyway? They are very vociferous and forceful about putting their voice out there, even if nobody cares what they think anyway, and also, that should be erased from memory forever, because anyway, sometimes you may say one ting, and then later you realize the context was not anything that you thought, a completely different thing, so just shut your stupid mouth. Consider yourself rebuked, Cousin Idiot. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, those guys at college would seem quite high-strung, but then when you remember that they are probably all negative types who are overdue for some corrections, then I do not feel so bad bout not having the coolest blood type. Nobody needs my blood type. I am the opposite of a universal donor, so I just don't matter, basically, and anyway their opinions were not requested. Enough said about that. 

Which Reminds me

Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was telling me about their experience of being a.collector of the offering, passing the bucket around at some campaign held by some major campaign evangelist, perhaps Benny Hinn although I am not sure which one, and they were bothered by the strict controls that were placed upon the bucket holders, they were to immediately hand over the bucket of money so that the buckets could be locked away and the money counted in seclusion. Yes, it sort of makes sense that they would want to have strict controls, and that volunteers would not be allowed to just carry away wads of unrecorded ash in their pockets. After all, they need that money to fund who knows what lifestyle, and the bucket passer is just a stupid slave. Shut up, you stupid slave.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am fortunate to have zero connection whatever to Jennie's Care-Us program. To found a non-profit requires something more than just a profit motive, but anyway, Jennie's program is so completely uninteresting to me, I cannot imagine ever going there. I hope they were not expecting me to do something to assist their funding, because anyway I could not care less about that. Sociology majors. I could say something about sociology majors but I would rather not involve myself, I would not want to make myself the issue iin some weird argument that was not my problem.  In contrast to Jennie's Kerus Global, there is Heidi's Iris Global, both operational in Africa, and both of these founders having attended my college. So what about that? Why are you asking? Why am I getting all of this mail? Weird that I would sort of get something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that the Mediterranean diet is often touted as a healthy alternative. You probably would not starve to death living there, even if the logistics would be impossibly expensive, similar to something I read in gossip magazines about Palm Springs, a place for rich people to retire, but  too many water restrictio9ns for comfort. We have no water restrictions in Florida, we have plenty of water not living in a desert. If there were a specific job to discuss that would be one thing, but just to speculate would be an exercise in futility.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is also the question of whether Jeff Campbell is related to Ann Campbell, and how can that be so, why would they be so shy about explaining each other, and also why should I care? Is not Jeff a fat, ugly slob with all of the personality of a cardboard box, notwithstanding Dauna's crush on him? Why should I care about Jeff's personal life? Why should I care about his Argentine angle on that as contrasted to the Chilean angle of the Buenos? Either way, Coneheads are notoriously weird, so why should I care what they do in terms of regional slang words? Already, the standard dictionary contains more words than I could ever possibly retain in memory. 

Just the word for such a common household word as dishpan is represented by a variety of regional words. In El Salvador it was a 'guacal,' but ChatGPT fails to list that in its explanation:

The English word “dishpan” can be translated into Spanish in several ways depending on the region and the exact kind of container meant (wash basin, plastic tub, dishwashing bowl, etc.). Common Spanish words include:

• palangana — basin, washbowl, dishpan
• barreño — tub, wash basin, dishpan (common in Spain)
• palancana — variant of palangana in some regions
• batea — shallow basin or tray, sometimes used for dishwashing
• lebrillo — large earthenware basin (traditional Spain)
• ponchera — plastic basin/tub (common in parts of Latin America)
• tina — tub or basin
• cubeta — bucket/tub; sometimes used for dishpans
• lavacazuelas — literally “dishwashing basin” (rare/literal)
• recipiente para lavar platos — descriptive phrase: “container for washing dishes”
• artesa — trough/basin (older or rural usage)
• fuente — basin/tray in some contexts
• lavadero portátil — portable wash basin

Regional preferences:

• In Spain, barreño and palangana are most common.
• In Mexico, cubeta, ponchera, or tina may be used.
• In the Caribbean and parts of South America, ponchera is frequent.
• Older or literary Spanish may use lebrillo or artesa.

If you want, I can also list:

• archaic/historical terms,
• dialect-specific words by country,
• or words specifically for a rubber/plastic kitchen dishpan versus a metal wash basin.

 

 

 

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that when Jennie Cerullo was in town, she gave a special speech expecially for the Italiana, but the rest of us white people were not invited so I have no idea what that was about. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that the five clique went camping, and they were all sleeping in one tent, and it sounded sort of miserable. I was glad that I was not there to share the miserable experience of being stuck in there with orrible Rosanne, such a worthless chatterbox Drama Queen with really nothing to say. Her entire shtick is just making other people feel guilty about something, even if who knows what that might actually mean, 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that it was not unusual for me to hit home runs at softball, and also I did well at volleyball. They were often applauding my sports success with slogans of carrot-top slugger (although my hair is not that carroty of shade) and also "Chiquita Pero Matona." Oh, thanks Joan. So ridiculous. How can I regulate my reputation while people are screaming all this crazy stuff? It gets very confusing, and I should not push my luck that far, people don't really care that much about me and what happens to me. Only I seem to be worried and how to get through high school without further mishaps. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when one is not really all that rich, one often hears these trite and overused cliches about how your options are limited to joining the military so that they will pay for everything or else getting a sports scholarship to college. Either option does not appeal to me. It would seem sort of hypocritical for me to say that I am so glad that I am not one of those overwrought sports dogs, and yet that is sort of how I feel about that. You already have your gold medal to talk to, so don't bother me with that silly sports stuff.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, they are fond of reminding everyone that some people prefer to live in their little closed box systems, us four and no more and that sort of thing, so that for those whose circumstances do not fit so neatly into the closed box, they are not going to fit into such a hostile environment, and they may have to look around for some other solution to their life story. 

Thomas was online for a long time, powerfully so, saying that we could not be classified as Christians and/or U.S. citizens, because we did not attend the Union Church during high school. I did visit there maybe once at age 10 or 11, at its older locations, with a friend, and also once during my senior year we performed our stage play there from girls'' choir at their new building. 

However, how would I have attended the Union Church? I did not have a car and did not know how to drive. Did Tom or Fred ever offer me a ride to the Union Church or invite to their other functions? No, that never happened. Thomas and Raymond were full of mostly F- words because he was sort of boring with really nothing to say. They were not worth mentioning. 

Also, my Dad is in the country as a missionary with another church, having attended a year of language school to speak Spanish well enough to teach and preach, so that it would seem sort of inappropriate for us to attend church in English when our job requirements dictated otherwise.

During the evenings my Dad often would visit various churches around the country and also taught in the institute and other things.

On Sunday mornings we attended the central church there, in Spanish, so that part of my religious life is in Spanish, not that it matters that much given that Jesus speaks any language. Our job was to establish them there, so that they will not need us later. They are self-sustaining now so we can now think of doing other things without having to check back with them all the time. If they need us they can work through the church organizations that are there for that.

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you would need to remind me about the logistics of how many Polacks are required to accomplish the task at hand, because I never remember that type of thing. I am terrible at retelling jokes, I forget what was the punch line, so you will have to retell the jokes all by yourself without any help from me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did have a copy of "Addicted to Mediocrity" during high school, the book cover is mainly what I remember about that book, although that was not the book that I was reading that particular day. I am not remembering the title of that at the moment, just that it haad to do with gloomy predictions of the future. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember one day during high school, probably a Saturday, I was reading a Christian philosophy book, and Lois Bueno happened to stop by our house and saw that I was reading a book, and glancing at that, rebuked me for reading some dark gloomy book. And then another time I was reading a book, and she stopped by our house and saw that I was reading a book by Willard Cantelon, having something to do with end-times Bible prophecy, and she said that he was such a gloomy depressing person, that I should not be reading his book. Apparently she knows other things about him than just his books. So I probably should not let them see me reading books. Do they ever read books? I don't know. But just wearing a "Lively" mask does not count for actually reading the book. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and they are gone to get the Polish, the farthest thing from my mind. But you yourself started this whole thing by telling us a pack of Polack jokes, how many does it take to screw in a light bulb and so forth, so obviously we were not supposed to take that so seriously. It was just all another one of your sick jokes. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, sort of weird that I would be getting mail from Norm and Terra. I do vaguely remember them from the old days, but they might be surprised to learn how rarely the thought of them ever crosses my mind. It just doesn't matter now, does it? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to Carrie Canard? Is that what you were asking? Wasn't she the other reporter who was fired by Max, and replaced by Sheryl Reuben? And he did say something sort of rude about her before he fired her, but it was not my job to knee-jerk repeat everything crazy thing that I happened to hear, in case you forgot. Things have to be filtered or evaluated through various judgments of a discretionary nature before decisions can be made on whether I would need to say anything about that. Or just sit back and let Blondie spit it out all by herself without any help from me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to have noticed that you are already well stocked with "closely related parties" so there would be no reason for me to imagine that I would ever receive any invitation to those "closely related parties." But this is not a topic to discuss outside of my own "closely related parties." You just aren't that important. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, back in the old days I was not paying that much attention to all of their glitter-glam Italian money. Don't know one thing about that. I would have to refer all questions on that topic to Suzette, who worked for the IRS and was assisting the IRS investigation of her own Italian relatives. I only remember something she was saying about that, to a somewhat large group of people, at church. Apparently, her uncle or some such relative was not happy about that, but what would I know. Those Italian Rageaholics all look the same to me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that I threw away someone's manuscript without sending it back by return mail. Oh, sorry, you will just have to write some other book.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, weird that I would be called out for this special version of purgatory. And for one thing, I am only a Protestant, not really Catholic, so not applying to be a nun. And also, I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. Donna was barely a blip really, only a roommate for maybe not even a year, and anyway, and we each had our own bedroom, so I had more privacy out of college, I liked my privacy. The peace could be maintained by my doing my share of the cleaning, although even so, Donna had a somewhat abrasive personality, always exploding at the slightest thing not her way, so I was learning about withdrawing from unnecessary interactions so as not to have another problem with Donna. 

Which Reminds Me

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

Which Reminds Me

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

Which Reminds Me

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

Which Reminds Me

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

Which Reminds Me

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

Which Reminds Me

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

Which Reminds Me

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

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of boiler plate verbiage, often when one is a teenager preparing for college, they often tell you to think about getting a scholarship for sports, or to join the military, or some such financial option. I never applied for any of that. That makes me NOT want to be a sports person or to join the military, only because they have really nothing to say, it is just the socially acceptable and stereotypical thing for them to say,  which is nice of them to try, but not necessarily anything that applies to me and my life. So, yes, that's nice of you to say that I should consult the voluminous documentation on available scholarships, but I don't know, maybe that is not really what I want to do. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that was weird, that I would have to explain something about how I never applied for the cheerleader job, so why should I care about hobnobbing with boring preppy Italian cheerleaders named Jennie. I did remember that Dauna failed the cheerleader test, but no surprise there. Why would they want that fat ugly Russian bear for a cheerleader?  

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Yes, it is unfortunate that some of the damages cannot be undone in this lifetime. I am reminded of that family that at one time was living down there, and their son was a forceps birth, meanng his skull was crushed at birth by the docdtor's forceps, so there was not much to say about him. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my sister was saying that those government people are not such good quality as formerly. I am not sure what she meant by that or to whom she was referring in particular. You could ask her what she meant by that. 

For myself, I dare not say anything about that, those power people would give me nothing but problems, although I do think there trsly is such a thing as the "feet of clay" syndrome. Probably there is no cure for that. It only gets worse later, so yes, now would be as good a time as any to evacuate the planet. 

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Yes, I think that everyone should pray the Sinner's Prayer whenever possible. Who knows, maybe somedy something will click and their minds will open to the truth, but until that happens, it is useless to argue about such matters so out of control. 

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Yes, it had come to my attention that someone was floating my name as a possible source of funding for Angie's orphanage, as if I were going to go there to work with them on fundraising or who knows what else they would want to use me for. Oh! Actually not. I had no thought of going to Romania for any reason, even after learning of Angie's orphanage project. No, I was not consulted in any way on the project so why would those people imagine that they can appropriate my person to their own purposes? My  imaginary fortune never existed, so why do they imagine that I woul go there to pay for things? Ridiculous. 

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Yes, we are under so much pressure to be always nice to them, always a jolly good time to be had from us, always a cheery word of encouragement, that sometimes we forget that they are a little bit like rats or cockroaches, that if we feed them too well they will come back around later and eat us out of house and home, and if we slip and are too mean to them that would give them something to use against us later anyway. So either way, they are a misery to be around. But I should not have to explain their game to you. You should already know that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that, during a meeting in 1998, at a reunion of some people from the Oakland Park days, that Suzette was providing a vivid description of Angie's grand entrance to the Florida District event, assisted by Bob. That was probably back when Angie was starting her career as the founder of an orphanage in Romania. Whether or not you see that in the exaggerat4ed way that Suzette describes things, that seems like a nice thing to do. Build an orphanage if you want to. Not my project. 

Even so, I probably should not show too much interest in that, lest I inadvertently find that you had mistaken me for one of their abject and miserable slave properties.  

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Yes, I really cannot blame them all for walking. I would walk too, if I could do that over again. Why bother swinging at her impossible pitch? In addition to using a hardball, which we are only trained in softball, also her pitch had some sort of curve to it, so that there was no possibility of connecting bat to ball. Yes, why even try to challenge Kathy's sports girls? Why even try to challenge the Chinese at ping pong? Impossible. 

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Yes, I did notice that the Catto family was operating based upon some weird script that has absolutely nothing to do with me and my reality. Where did she get that ridiculous idea that I would want to socialize with those Italians, although myself being only a Protestant, I am required, it would be politically expedient for me to pay the required nominal obeisance to the original Christian church founded upon the Rock of Peter, etc. etc. as apparently represented by the twins, Kathy and Raymond. I would assume that all Italians are Roman Catholics, naturally. I will not need them for anything beyond that, myself not bieng Italian. (Oh, excuse me for hitting a home run even if only softball) but somehow no one remembered to ask me what I thought about that.  

Someone online was talking about how they are trying to use their Italian ethnicity as a power tool in terms of defining themselves as Christians and lording it over other Christians of not so Roman origin, even though maybe they are not really so Christian in the same sense as we would define that, but there is no time here to talk about these matters that much. Christianity was intended to reach all ethnicities eventually, whosoever will as the Good Book says, and not only Italians.   

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Yes, I had noticed that Jessica announced what she is on national TV, so that is convenient, not having to say that myself or use that word again, the usage of dictionary definitions having been discussed and reviewed many years ago. That said, I cannot imagine there being anything of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with them. It is not your paperwork that matters in that case, so you are just a noisy nuisance in my book. I think that the news riff-raff should just shut up, it was none of your business anyway. There are often times when we all just have to shut up and let things be as they are, not as what you wish things were. 

Which begs the question, where do I go to have this horrible Jessica surgically removed from my back side? She has no place in my life, fortunately. But it was not my place to have her prosecuted for crimes of genocide. I have to leave that to higher authorities than myelf.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of that guy, who was of Russian heritage, but was his name Mike or Mark, I forget. Later, he presented his written complaint to Pastor Michael, but myself not ever having read it or having been consulted in the writing of it, I am at a complete loss to say what that was about. I am not interested in hearing more about their garbage theories. Ha! Are those slobs daring to lecture me about housekeeping rules? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, during my first semester of ninth grade, whether in a study hall or during a study time during science class, it was a study hall type of environment, and a guy nearby was boldly and vehently unleashing a concatenation of verbiage that, well, for all I knew he might have been speaking Hungarian or some other language. Luna happened to be seated near me so I asked her what that word meant, and she explained about it having something to do with anatomy, and then I asked what another of the words meant, and come to think of it, she did phrase that in a sort of accusative form, she sort of said that he was saying that he did that ....., and so that was all so shocking that I never wanted to say another thing about that ever again in this lifetime. Sorry, but I did understand that she was only explaining what the words meant, not actually accusing him of doing that, although who knows what he did off campus or why he would be so proud of saying that he did something that maybe he never actually did. They string these words together in a way that may give an impression of verbal fireworks, when actually it is not a topic worth exploring further in such a context. But later I discovered that I could research these words in the dictionary so that I would never again need to bother people for an explanation. 

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Yes, it is always rather astonishing to observe the utter severity toward and complete lack of mercy and/or forgiveness extended toward white girl. It is just all about them and their political posturings, as if I were the only white person who ever made a similar mistake. But I digress. 

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Yes, how convenient for the Psychedelics to have such a powerful advocate for their cause in Melody Spencer, who was perfectly innocent of any wrongdoing, because anyway they dropped the LSD into her thermos at school while she was looking the other way, or at least that was the story that we heard. Later there was some talk online putting a different angle on that, but whatever. I was not that interested in exploring the opportunites of learning more about that or how that may have permanently altered your psyche. 

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Yes, I was somewhat surprised to find so much ado and fuss made about that bit of worthless Donna slop, sometimes you might say one thing one day and another day find that the original context completely gone, so would prefer to use a pencil with eraser, but anyway I really cannot complain. I like the Basia, the "Waters of March" would seem a perfect antidote I meant by that. I do not actually remember that in so much detail in that way. 

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Yes, I suppose that if I could do that over again, I would avoid the private clubs and just focus on studying. But anyway, I do not remember myself protesting any particular speaker. I have no idea who that might be. 

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Yes, weird that you would think that I would have anything legal to do in Virginia at this point. I live in Florida now so obviously I am not going to be voting in Virginia one way or another, whatever that meant. I am not keeping track of boring Virginia persons named Jennie, could not care less, have no clue what they are doing nowadays. I would not want to waste my ammunition on those dreary bores. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, having read the diaries of great-grandmother, that she talks somewhat about the Republican Party activities of her daughter, who was my Dad's aunt, assisted by the colonel, to whom she was married at the time, before he died. I cannot say much about that as I was almost never there. She also talks about her son's going to San Clemente for some reason, but it is not clear why they would go there or what would they do there, meetings with who? I do not understand these cryptic points.  

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Yes, I hear that, and if you have to go in there and wipe out those guys, you should not be imagining that I would be shedding a tear for those pompous arrogant snobs. My only concern is to avoid any personal involvement because only the proper authorities can handle that, not me. 

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Yes, I heard them talking about how they stole some of the sacred fire, having sneaked upstairs and run away with that. However, who was saying that? And what did that even mean anyway? I feel no compelling need to parrot these phrases stolen from mythological narratives, so why would I care? 

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Yes, so ridiculous that i would imagine anything good could ever happen to me. Always so ridiculous to watch me strutting around when everybody knows that I am the most worthless garbage blood type of them all, in terms of numbers and other factors. How can I not know that I am such a worthless idiot? I can understand your need to remind me of that. I ought to know that I should just withdraw myself from the planetary existence, not to bother anyone ever again. 

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Yes, notwithstanding all due regards to the "Indiana Jones and the Tomb Raiders of the Lost Ark," even so, I feel that I should not be conversing with dead people. It would seem weird for me to want to socialize with those dead people in their stinky tombs. Leissez faire, perhaps a lazy fair, but safer to NOT go there.  

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Yes, why did I spend so much time studying music theory during college? Two years with Professor Elliott, and what do I remember now? As we were saying, sometimes perfectly legal music is not really that interesting. Usually the actual human would insert some interesting twists and turns along the way to finesse the matter. I am reminded of this point whenever delving into my Suno account, so fun, where sometimes I imagine I can see Professor Elliott cringing whenever the AI music generator crashes through some odd-sounding chord progressions, but anyway, it is not too jarring if only used for background noise. 

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Yes, I am always surprised to learn of some people that I am thought to be supposedly allied with, of whose existence I would be barely aware, much less have any strong opinion about, if it were not for you pointing out to me these unknown points. But they did make some odd arrangements behind my back that I was not particularly happy about, but whatever. You cannot necessarily pick and choose who was in your high school. It gets complicated. 

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Yes, I hope that I do not have to verbalize or put into actual words my desire to avoid any personal  involvement in the intestinal dogfights of the Bush family. They sent their family thug to beat my brains out for some mysterious and unknown reason. President who? That was before I knew anything about that, before the campaigns that I mostly avoided anyway, as if i should care about that. 

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Yes, I do think that somewhere in our photo collection, is a picture of the iguana that was caught scampering inside the roof above my bedroom, when I was about 11 years old. They had to hire people to come and catch it and carry it away. It was quite a large iguana. 

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Yes, it might have been interesting to ask that Bolivian guy what he might have known about the Tommy Anderson family, but then again I am reminded that he was so stupid that, yes, why bother. After a hundred years of things being thrown around, I really do not need those people for anything. There is nothing to be gained by arguing about points long forgotten, and much damage to be done. People have to move on from where they are, not from how things might have been. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the story of how my grandfather lost his money during the Great Depression, because the bank collapsed and the money disappeared or something to that effect. Thus, I do not quite understand your excessive optimism on the topic of banks and bankers. Those fly-by-night operators are there one day and gone the next, so who can really trust banks and what bankers might say about anything? There might be good banks also, but how I would know which was which? That is all old news, not anything to bank on. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the story of Vickie and Roy, how they were on a date during college, at Southwestern, and Vickie was saying that she so much wanted to run out the door and escape, but decided not to run away, and then Roy said that if she had run away that would have been the end of their relationship, and we can see that they are still married because she did not run away. So that was a cute story that they were telling us. 

Even so, I am not sure why that would be a thing. Obviously, you were not there to hear the version that we heard, or you would not be imagining that to be a thing. Why would that be a thing for you, to run away or not to run away? Every individual story is different than other stories, usually, unless you are some sort of warped AI clone of something else. 

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Yes, it is always amazing to hear from persons who are so perfect, they never got lost in the labyrinth. So I suppose that means that I am excused from further duties in the area of delivering the goods, thank you very much. No need to stress you out by imagining that I would ever be applying for any job there. I can read the writing on the wall. 

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 Yes, I vaguely remember my decision NOT to join the military, and I still feel the same way about that. They were really NOT my problem.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one evening Laura came home with her date, who was a geeky nerd socially mal-adapted rocket scientist, and the radio was on at the time, tuned to that radio station that usually plays only mellow music, whatever that meant in the mid-1980s, and he made some comment about the song that happened to be playing at the time, which, yes, sometimes you don't really think about what these songs are really saying. It was only the radio. 

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Yes, I really do not care what Greg thinks about anything. Why waste my breath trying to argue with those primitive creatures who unthinkingly spout the party line, whatever that may or many not mean. It is just not worth even trying to talk to them, and besides which I don't even care. 

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Yes, I do not know why I did not mention this before, but clearly you have mistaken me for Laura Entz, who was a roommate of mine for about a year in Maybe 1984. She said that I was mean to her cat, but I did not like the way she allows her cat to freely range upon the kitchen counters, to rub against the clean dishes in the dish drainer. After she moved out, it was sort of a relief, although it took a lot of scrubbing to finally get rid of the accumulated cat hair. Enough about her. I did meet some of her friends, but that does not go very deep. What was the name of that guy? Yes, I have completely forgotten them now. Twenty-five years ago I might have been able to remember some of their names, but not anymore. No more of that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during 10th grade, they took us on a field trip to the nearby movie theater, Cine Presidente it was called, to see that movie that was hailed with such fanfare, "The Man of La Mancha," which, among other characters, featured the actress Sophia Loren performing the role of Dulcinea. I heard that later some guys were harassing our classmate Francesca, who is Italian and although not really a clone of Sophia Loren, sort of that type of Italian fashion plate. I did not hear the details of that so I really cannot comment beyond being aware of some disturbance over there where their lockers are at the other end of the alphabet. At the same time, I was being harassed by Quique, who thought it was so funny to harass me with that song that Don Quixote sings to Dulcinea. 

I sort of heard by osmosis that the Italians have an axe to grind, imagining that Sophia Loren was not a good choice for the role of Dulcinea, for ethnic reasons, because the Italians imagine that Dulcinea might just as easily have been of another ethnic heritage entirely, with a complete different physical appearance. However, proving that to be a Galician redhead is so off the wall. I cannot even think about that. Who can prove anything at this late date, given the cloud of fiction surrounding the original novel by Cervantes.  

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Yes, you have to feel pity for these simple-minded persons who imagine that the U.S. Congress is going to solve all of their personal problems. Congress is a great governmental power of the legislative variety, and it is always good to have some persons elected there who know what on earth are they doing. But anyway, it is somewhat similar to the police, nice to know it is there if I need it but don't really need it for anything personally, because if I needed that, then that means that maybe something wrong happened, that the system needs to be fixed. Hopefully not.  

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Yes, I do not remember myself adhering to the belief that all Catholic women are trashy sluts, but there is that cliche. I was not going to mention that, but if you insist.....

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Yes, I am completely insulted that you would allow that filthy dirty Arab skunk Kicky Siman to run over my life with his utterly stupid fictitious mockeries. You ought to be prosecuted for selling out to those repulsive horrible Arab scum but we don't do that. We don't really talk about that. 

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Yes, I tend to think that it was a bit awkward for me, having to pretend to be a friend of Bill, when actually I do not like him very much on a personal level. Back in the day, in 1982, that was an interesting experience, but if Bill wants to reunite his old band, he will need to find some other keyboard player and/or girl singer. I am really not all that interested in reliving those old things of the distant past that I would rather forget about anyway. I am completely out of music now. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that sometimes people down there think that all white people are rich and possessed of unlimited Monopoly money to fund these jet-setting exploits and/or mockeries. But that is their naive and ignorant expectation. No, not all white people are rich, there are poor white people also, but neither would I want to say that I have nothing. We have this treasure in jars of clay, as the Good Book says. But anyway, whatever. You cannot just script all of these vain conceits and expect that white people are going to just blindly jump on board. Maybe not. Maybe I have other priorities than their privately held agenda. 

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Yes, I really am planning to speak more eventually, after some of this confusion gets cleared out, but anyway, of one thing you may be certain, I am not going to nominate your lousy script for consideration as deserving of an Academy Award. Definitely not. I never had any plan of going to the Caribbean, that was some crackpot scheme cooked up by maybe Rhonda Rockefeller, I am not sure exactly who said that, but definitely that was not my plan. 

Perhaps that was your backhanded way of suggesting that I go live in some cardboard box. As if. No, definitely not. My basic needs are few but I do require Internet access at a minimum. 

 

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Yes, one can only wonder what part of "No" did your magazine subscription salesboys not understand? Twice I was accosted by those guys. Ok, I would give you a drink of water to quench your thirst of wandering and yet not buy the magazine subscription. The second time I was more prepared not to waste my time with your sales gimmicks. Go!

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Yes, I vaguely remember back in the day, when we were living in El Salvador, Ann Campbell, who is a Canadian, came to our house with her two friends visiting from New York. She wanted us to meet them. From our house we walked to the McDonald's behind our house, and had lunch there with those two people from New York, a teenage girl and her little brother, but beyond meeting them there was nothing to say, their vocabulary being limited to words, it becomes impossible for me to remember what were their names, only that they had a serious communication problem. There is nothing more that I could possibly say about that. Another complicated thing that Ann throws at people who have no idea what she is talking about anyway. If I never hear from those New York people, so much the better. I could not care less. 

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Yes, I probably should be thinking about other recipes for using the crockpot more often, but then it takes so long to cook that way, and then cleaning up is such a horrible mess unless I have those some of those plastic liner crockpot bags on hand to contain the food.   

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 Tes, that was so rude. What was the name of our intern that summer? My phone was ringing. She reachs over and picks up my phone, says F into the phone, and then hands me the phone, and then I am supposed to recover from that. Unbearable. But if you are only listening to phone taps you might not have noticed that. Only some people in the office might still remember her, but I forget what her name was. Only that she was blonde. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember learning that you pay those boring Swedish people big money to work for you, so I am not sure that I need to stick my foot in that or take the bait that you offer. As if I did not know you would me in the back in a heartbeat depending on which way the wind is blowing. 

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Yes, that was sort of awkward, trying to cooperate with that lowlife scum Mexican family. Weird, but awkward. I was trying to not be mean, it was Becky who said that about her, that is to say, her brother's girlfriend, not about me, she was not talking about me, although she might as well say that about herself also, but it may be necessary to finally kick Becky Gonzalez to the curb, even if she did eventually marry a white man, along with her brother's boyfriend, because, anyway, I cannot be expected to later keep track of those garbage people. You really do not have a valid excuse for doing that. I thought that I had disconnected permanently from the garbage Gonzalez family, and yet later I am still getting all of this mail from people I can barely remember having made the superficial acquaintance of.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college, there was a time when you were talking to Lynda, while I was sitting in the back seat of your car inspecting some of the "Rolling Stone" magazines tucked underneath the passenger seat. I do not understand how you can read that weird stuff, completely off the wall, unless maybe you were sicker than I had thought. At least, reading too much of that could definitely make you very sick if you take that too seriously, better to read the Bible and other more wholesome things than that. But I did not verbally express my opinion at the time. But many women's magazine are equally despicable, so that is not a gender theing.  

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Yes, I cannot say that I did not have a few moments when I was getting myself a bit sick in the head, and needing to clean up my act, but anyway, I am probably not quite a sick as the wretched miserable Whetstone witch who was briefly married to that Honduran gay man-warlock Ronald, who apparently had no use for women, so what would they know? You really should not be getting all your information from those dead people. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that the Republicans sold out to the Italian mafia, where poor white people are not welcome. Yes, and how are we supposed to compete with all of their flashy Jane Dough? We have nothing comparable to that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing someone say that they had to let Bill go. See Bill go! Go, Bill, go! 

It is jsut as well that Bill find some other place to perform and do his thing. Put him on stage somewhere and let him perform his Irish tenor act and bang on his drums. That is all there is to say about Bill. Go, Bill, go!  

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was about age 13 having lunch with my Mom at the department store restaurant which is decorated with various paintings and sculptures of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. These characters are a dime a dozen down there, but my mind has blurred on whether that was Freund's or Siman's department store. I forget. 

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Yes, I do think that if I bought the book from eBay or some used book vendor, that does not constitute any material support directly to the author, given that the secondary used book market does not constitute any revenue directly to him. Besides which, what evil could be expected from some childhood acquaintance? 

And there was that online conversation about whether I would help them with reattaching the head of Saint Thomas More to his body, buried separately, and even if you could manage to stitch that together, would it stand up and talk and be alive again? No, probably not, that would probably be a useless pursuit.  

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Yes, I noticed that it was your choice to hire that Latina witch Debbie, so obviously it will be your responsibility, not mine, to do whatever she wants. Not my problem. I will not care, I will not lift a finger, do not bother me with your Debbie garbage. 

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Yes, I see no reason for me to wade through all of this dense literary verbiage, beyond noting the title of the book, that is to say: "Utopia Undone: The Fall of Uruguay in the Novels of Carlos Martinez Moreno." Sometimes it is better to leave the books on the shelves unopened without delving into their dreary contents. My brain does not want to absorb even that. 

Coincidentally, my late grandfather had something to say about St. Thomas More, who was the author of "Utopia," but I doubt there would have been much correspondence between our More and Kenton's fallen Utopia of the Uruguayan variety. More's book "Utopia," is still considered a classic even if somewhat controversial, but anyway, these Spanish authors are not well known in Engliish and/or American/English circles so it is hard for us to say much about them and the dreary grooves of dismal thoughts that may be reflected there.  

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Yes, I see that you already have your appointed yellow phone, so why are you bothering me with that stuff/ Some yellow phones are better than other yellow phones, to be sure, but anyway, your yellow phone was not my problem. Those Swedish make the worst yellow phones ever, but yellow phones named Sylvia are also quite useless and bothersome. But anyway, you got to know when to hold em and when to fold em, as the saying goes.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing something about Kenton Stone, so I looked around and found his one and only book, fallen within the category of literary criticism, analyzing some boring Uruguayan author, the country where he lived for a number of years. I only remember him from when I was 8 years old, so it is sort of annoying to be mistaken for his little sister, who has no choice of brotherhood. She is stuck with that, whereas I can more or less explain how I do not remember those people either. How dare they pretend to attend my high school in El Salvador,  leveraging their distant cousin Anita Stone, who I remember as a pompous arrogant snob. It is not like Stone is ever going to have any other place in my life. And he is not even properly Spanish, when that is only his Spanish language, not really his cause, only observed from the viewpoint of a native English speaker, as someone online was saying. So you may have your Ph.D. in Spanish and yet not be widely accepted due to an obsessive preoccupation with your own personal idiosyncrasies and beer bottle parasites. 

 Oh, did I read somewhere that he received a grant to help fund his writing? But then if he bombs it will not be so easy the next time around to get any grant funding for just another boring mishmash of whatever Spanish literature. Technology has progressed greatly in 200 years. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I did not make it past the three-month probation for the telemarketing job in Virginia Beach. The person who laid me off said that I had not met the sales quota so there was nothing more to say about that. There was another guy working there who succeeded and he saw me at school and was talking about that and suggesting that maybe I did something wrong, which I cannot imagine how that could happen. All I ever did was read the script so they could not be complaining about that. The only other thing that I can think of is that I failed to buy the crystal thing that was offerd for sale during a break time. But there was no remedy for that. We were as grass that quickly fades and is shoveled into the fire, as the Psalm says. 

Weird that I would be getting mail about that years later, from Ed or whoever that was, attempting to reconfigure the story.   

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Yes, that was Carol's idea to assemble all her friends who live on that block to have a party in the driveway at the front her house. I never would have thought of that myself, but there is a certain type of logic to that, come to think of it, even if a sort of useless and un productive point. But not much can be expected from them, as experience has shown. This is the type of thing that happens when we rely entirely on them  to have our best interests in mind, when actually  their only thought is to blow up white people. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember McLemore as being a lower classmen when I was a college senior. What happened to her later is a mystery that I cannot explain. 

Sometimes people write surprisingly nice things in my yearbook when I had no idea they thought of me at all. Or maybe some people would rather not write things in my yearbook so, OK, fine, I do not want them to be stressed about what to say there, whether good or bad. 

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Yes, I did think that was sort of rude, Wilson expecting me to explain away his own Persian cousins, as if I even knew they were all related until they said that. And I cannot even talk about my own family in a public way without tripping on my tongue, so what could I possibly say about them? Nothing actually. 

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Yes, I have other things on my mind than to fill in the blanks of your fictional police report. If I had known you were putting up that fiction, I never would have gone there, but anyway, your lies have no hold on me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and then there was the question of how is Evangelina Sol related to Rose Wilson, but you will not find any answers to those questions in me. I have no idea of the Sol-Wilson connections, beyond probably they know who they are.  

    

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Yes, I vaguely remember that at our high school there was a famous singer and recording artist named Evangelina Sol. I heard that she had gone to New York to attend a special program for aspiring artists, and also she sometimes sang solos at school assemblies. She was talented in that regard, but I have no idea what that New York program might have been. I never heard the details and/or specifics of that, only something vague about how that was one of the things that had helped to build her career. Ok, so that's nice. But it was probably not Christian program, although I do not remember hearing what was her religion.  

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Yes, I was bending over backwards so as not to interfere with Stephanie's private party, and everyone continues to expect me to offer some uninformed and utterly ignorant commentary about who knows what happened there, unbeknownst to me, with those guys who I want to nothing to do with, so that was so annoying. Interesting that everyone thinks they are telepathic when actually it was she was sending out telepathic memos, even though not really so accurate. Why would I want to entangle myself with who knows what that was? I have to go home now. Weird that I am able to hear that, but I would prefer to use actual conversation language whenever possible, such as "Hello! How are you/ Ane your name was?" And that sort of basic thing.  

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Yes, it does not really matter what your number might be. I am one and there is no room for anyone else in here, especially not you. There is only me, only one. Discuss that with Jesus or with my guardian angel(s) ir you must, if you insist, but even so, there is only me.  

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Yes, interesting question to ponder, if I should decided to spend an enjoyable summer adding to my language skills at a low-cost or free community college, how. could that bother anyone? What could possibly go wrong? Why would anyone care about that? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that some persons were threatening to sell me down the river into New Orleans, which to me sounds like an empty threat given that I actually have no plans to go there. Whatever you are doing in regards to that will have to be done without any help from me.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Ed was an prominent example of dull and uninteresting Frenchman. He married Miss Robertson but that did not seem to last but a few years, and then i heard that they were divorced, and then he made a big turn and converted to an Edgar Cayce devotee at his Virginia Beach campus, which means that he previous experience in the Christian world was terminated. How did this clueless Kim not get the memo, that Ed is no more, Ed a persona non grata in Christian circles? No one here knows what happened to Ed after that. He just disappeared into La-la land.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was an adolescent, and looking at pictures of potential fashions, I liked the idea of wearing my hair in a flip. It looked good in the pictures of hair flips but for some reason my hair was never all that cooperative with the idea of a flip. My hair definitely has a wave but I would not exactly call that a flip. 

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Yes, you really should organize yourselves into some logical order. Beyond that, I really could not care less now about keeping track of his various former girlfriends and love interests and/or crushes. It was only because he was talking about her that any commentary was offered by way of awkward conversation and/or small talk, and even so I have no memory now of who she was or even what was her name. I never thought about her again. Who cares now? 

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Yes, it is sort of funny to remember what standing in line meant down there versus here in the U.S. Down there when you go to the snackstand and at certain times there is a huge mob of people clamoring to buy something and only two or three attendants, so you have to get their attention somehow and the whole scene gets quite unruly with people screaming and pushing themselves in front of other people and so forth. Traffic signs were few there. And then you come to the U.S. and you are expected to stand in line and wait patiently for your turn, even Disneyland has ropes for you to organize yourselves into a chronological order of logical sense. 

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder how does that vulgar Honduran Lunatic get off pretending to be a U.S. citizen, much less get elected to Congress. But anyway, who wants to be mistaken for one of those mutated Latina monsters? You probably get all of your wrong information from Bobby's Mexican ex-girlfriend, Cindy Lopez. Not that I care. 

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Yes, I was grateful, in ninth grade, that I was promoted to honors class science. That meant that no longer ever see Luna ever again. What a relief. That was a shockingly sad end to our conversation, but there was nothing more that I would need to say about that. 

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Yes, it is hard for me to remember those old-time days when the WWII propaganda of Looney Tunes was everywhere. I am not so much rmembering that nowadays, but was that Rick I noticed hanging out with the Three Dog Night gang? But I really would not know anything about that. I was never his "better" half, in a manner of speaking. 

Yes, I too would have bought their other records, if they had ever been made, but who knows what happened to them? It is hard to ask when they only want to be hostile.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Reuben had some crazy story about her work in Clewiston, how she had done a huge expose of the sugar industry, with some help from her boyfriend who worked inside the sugar mills, and gave her special access to the financial records or whatever it was that she used to write her stories. To my thinking, her methods would raise some scary ethical issues, even if the sugar industry had issues that needed to be exposed or not. But I never explored that further. I did not want to see more about that. 

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Yes, in a way it made sense for them to fire me, because, apart from the goofy things that i did wrong and served as useful excuses for that purpose, also Mr. Robinson had recently recruited his tribal cousin Ms. Reuben to move up there from Clewiston, with grand intentions for her career, so clearly why keep me hanging around there waiting for nothing to happen. They get along so much better, they understand each other so well and work so well together, those Robinsons and Reubens, and I just do not belong to that tribe, probably never will be able to "understand" that arrangement. In a way it was sort of a relief for me to be rid of them, to be able to get on with my life apart from their insular tribal clique. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that a few years ago I was reading a book, but I have read so many books recently it is hard to remember which book, but it was a book about Mohammed's ascent to heaven, and near the beginning of his journey he is accosted by a woman on the side of the road, but he soon moves past her and continues his journey to heaven, where he sees many famous patriarchs and historical figures. Apparently some persons in heaven or hell, that was not clear, which book was I reading, are stuck forever in small microwave situations, always repeating the same scenarios and running around in circles, but anyway, why get ahead of ourselves. Always better to have a chance to correct the record before then. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing a pack of online nonsense from Linda, but who cares? Even a broken clock may be right twice a day, she might have some points, so what about that? 

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 Yes, someone was reminding me, and it is true, that during the one day that I spent at the Smithsonian museum, one of the things that I saw there was the Hope diamond. You have to wait in line to catch a brief glance at the thing, and it is beautiful, a luminous blue diamond is how I remember that, and yet if we pause to consider all of the many curses attached to the Hope diamond, it is sort of amazing that anyone would want to do that. If I ever go the Smithsonian again, maybe I would not find time for that when there are so many other things to see there. 

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Yes, interesting how you are so obsessed with my high school career. Doesn't every high school have its various groups of cliquey snobs who think they know everything regardless of its geographical? But anyway, I always was a loner. But I would prefer not to have to discuss these complex matters in public with some pathetically immature persons to whom I may or may not be related. 

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Yes, that was a bit puzzling, why would a guy born in 1960 be in my high school class when that was not our year, and also where was his twin sister? But there are many guys named Henry so who knows what that meant. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing her online, protesting the idea of herself being labeled as demonic, even though it was not I who might have said that about her, no clues here about who did say that, if anyone did say that I have no idea. But if the shoe fits. If she insists on pushing that point too far, then fine. That is a real word and it really does mean something. 

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Yes, it was sort of weird that I would be hearing online mail from someone who was against the president, as if there were something that I could reasonably say or do about the person duly elected by the qualified voters. Some things were said about Tibet, which is not a place at top of mind. I had heard the roads there are quite dangerous and at times impassable due to winter snow and avalanches, sometimes you need a miracle just to get where you were going with this line of thought. Beyond that I cannot say anything much about that. The whole point of Christianity is for people to be transformed and leave behind those old worldly thought patterns and ways of living, but human nature being what it is, that does not happen quckly, more like at the speed of glaciers sliding slowly maybe an inch or two now and then. 

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder, how would you ever deliver on or fulfill these extravagant promises that never seem to materialize and/or never reach the point of actualization. It is not like I would ever get around to booking a flight to some tiny little berg where who knows what sort of lodgings one would find there, what peculiar notions of food, what pagan warlocks would be lurking nearby to steal my prayers from my lips as soon as these might be uttered. Chew on that for a while, Mr. Warlock.  

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Yes, I really do not think that I need to talk to New York. New York liver in an alternative parallel universe that has not much connection to anything that matters to me. I am fine without going to New York. What have I to do with those Yoga twits? Nothing.  

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Yes, you might have seen me walking in the opposite direction, until I reach the building where there was someone standing in front of the buliding and ttelling me that no one was allowed inside, and so I turned around and walked back to the dorm and went to sleep and the next morning who can remember what happened when we were not really there. Who can remember who was the Africa girl? I heard that she was taken out that same night and sent away so that no one can even remember who she was or learn more about that from her.     

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Yes, I vaguely remember in seventh grade, on Valentine's Day I received such a nice fancy Valentine's Day card from Ronnie Foster, but then when you think about how his family is very wealthy, they can afford to hand out fancy cards to every girl in the class, so maybe it did not mean that much. 

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Yes, my United States passport is valid until 2033 so at the moment I am not feeling any great need to rush out and find some other passport. I have another seven years before I would need to seek a passport renewal, which is a fairly simple matter anyway, whenever that happens, assuming I live that long. 

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Yes, if only there were some easier way to extricate myself from that strangely coincidental confluence of things that I said, things that other people said that I only heard about later, things that other people only imagine that I might have side even though actually I had not thought of that but interesting that you would imagine such ridiculous stuff, problematical optics and other unfortunate errors of a political or other nature, that ultimately amount to really nothing. There is nothing else that I can say about that. All I can do is look forward to the day when I can leave this earthly life behind.   

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Yes, that was so rude of her to expect me to spit out her garbage commentary that she planted in the first place unbeknownst to me. I wash my hands of that. 

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 Yes, I vaguely remember hearing, because my parents were at a retreat many years ago, and the college president was the speaker, and he was talking about an incident that happened at the college, of some girl being raped by two guys, incredible that such a thing could have happaned at a Christian college. That would have been a few years after I left so probably no one I would know. I have no idea who those people would have been. I only heard this because my mother told me about what the college president had said. That is all that I would know about that, nothing more. 

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Yes, I seem to remember that I am registered to vote. Every once in a while the county will send me a new voter card to replace the old one. I have not needed to file a change of address, so there know where to send it. 

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Yes, it is sort of annoying how those rich kids, in their bid to attain the status of aristocrats, are expecting me to occupy their fan base, which is sort of awkward. I am just not feeling that. I have other ideas and plans for myself than to occupy the little peasant cottages surrounding the perimeter of their grandiose castle, as nice as the castle might be or not. That medieval scheme things just does not work to my benefit in today's modern economy. 

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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. 

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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.    

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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. 

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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.