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Yes, it is a bit mystifying to ponder, what makes you think that turkey is anything more than a crazy bird fit only to be slaughtered and roasted and eaten for Thanksgiving dinner? No one ever said anything more than that about turkey, so how did you extrapolate to the Middle East? What inductive study tactics did you use to arrive at such a radically off-the-wall conclusion? Inquiring minds want to know. 

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Yes, I was wondering if you were telling me that Joan is Exxon, in Spanish Esso. I do not quite remember that, but you could not prove anything by me either way. Exxon, Shell, Mobile, Chevon — blah blah blah. Whatever that meant. Maybe Joan was talking to Carmen about that and maybe I would have overheard that because my assigned desk was directly behind Joan in the alphabetical order of things. But I am not paying that much attention.  

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Yes, I suppose that you would also expect me to offer some disjointed commentary on the topic of Gary Arnold, a guy from college ofwhom I remember almost nothing. He was already married in college, her name was Georgia, so not a person of interest that I would care to learn more about. 

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Yes, that was so rude of the Wilsons to try to dump their Persian connections on me. He is obviously their cousin, not my problem. How would I know how that connects elsewhere? I only see a guy in the yearbook who has his mother's surname of Wilson tacked on to his surname in the Spanish way, but come to think of it he does vaguely resemble the other Wilsons. So what about that? 

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Yes, I do not know how you are not ashamed of allowing those hackers free reign. And there is nothing that I can do to get rid of them, short of basically committing suicide eventually. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college taking a class from ProfessorNoel Wilson, and the only other student was Mike Rogers, so there were only three of us there at the time. Weird how that exploded into some huge poison cloud. It was only one small class that never amounted to very much as I never had the circumstances to do much of anything with that. Yes, why did I waste so much getting A's in the weekly quiz on Western Civilization, taught by Professor Louis Wilson? For what do I need history when there is nothing to do with that later? 

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Yes, I did notice how Susie was talking about those guys. She said they were so friendly, it was as if they were politicians running for office, always trying to ingratiate themselves with all of the people who might be able to vote for them. I sort of get what she meant by that, but also that was somewhat too exaggerated. It is sort of not fair to them to be caricatured that way when everybody has to do certain things to establish themselves in their lives and professions. It sort of makes me wonder who is she channeling nowadays, because anyway, she is not really who she was when we were first met at age 10. Her birthday is a month before mine and always will be, so whatever. I cannot be expected to keep track of all of these people. Life sometimes takes us in very different directions from where we thought we would be later. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Lindsay Lowgun was telling me about her stupid mistake, and why she was fired from the finance or banking company. At the end of the day she was somehow left holding a bag of money and did not know what to do with it. Rather than ask, she took it home with her and brought it back the next day, at which time she was fired. So that was a ridiculous mistake. By all means, whatever you do, do not take that home with you. But what can I say about her? Not much. She later soared to great success with a cell phone company, so what do I know? 

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Yes, it is sort of puzzling to ponder, why are there so many gas & oil people milling about at my high school? Wasn't Joan yet another one of those gas & oil persons? Margot also was a gas & oil person, I think that she said Shell. These gas & oil persons certainly do have lots of money to throw around on staging various high school clique scenarios. However, that does nothing for my bottom line. Needless to say. Obviously. 

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Yes, I forget why, it was some sort of weird day at school, and for some reason I was walking toward school, I was just starting up the hill walking, and suddenly a car stops and offers me a ride to school, and it was Sandra with Joan in the passenger seat, so I got into the back seat. Ok, so that was nice. She drives a Mercedes Benz. Oh, I didn't know that. And isn't Joan her best friend? What would I know about that? Not much more than that. I do not understand why you would think that I was trying to steal Joan's best friend? No, of course not. I do not understand, what is you asking me anyway? 

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Yes, it is probably easy for you to complain about their overspending, when you are living over there in the Philippines, where everything is so much cheaper and expectations are not so high. You just would never understand some points about the cost of living here in the United States. Why waste my breath arguing with some Filipino dog named Kelly, living over there in the Filipino squalor perhaps, I don't know, unless maybe you are somehow connected to Marcos with a closet full of shoes. How would I know what that meant? I just think you are so boring, the way you grovel and lurk about in the background. That is about all that I could possibly say about that. 

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Yes, I was not really worried about whatever happened to the Creepy Crawley Notmans. I thought that I had gotten rid of them, or else they got rid of themselves, but yet there they are cluttering the airwaves will silly stuff, as if I should care. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online something about Sandra counseling Joan, but I have no way of knowing what really happened there. How would that subject ever come up at school? Never. I did not know Sandra that well. She was only a friend to Joan. 

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Yes, I do not quite see why I have to discuss politics with you, when we can clearly see that you probably already read the diaries anyway, and thus you probably already know that my grandmother's sister, my Dad's Aunt Julia, was a prominent Republican who was involved in various political activities that are alluded to but never quite fully explained. And also she was married to that colonel for a few years. Now that I can see that you were expecting a reprise of that somehow, I can drop out of sight and let someone else explain that because I have no idea. I was living in another country at the time of those events, so I never really knew what happened; only more recently did I read the diaries. I never signed any contract on these points. That never happened. Of course there is always the risk of the relatives who are prominent in the Democratic Party will want to make their own case in their own way, contrarianwise to Julia and the colonel, and I suppose that is their free speech right if they so choose. 

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Yes, I would prefer to remain in control of my own assets, whatever that numbet might be, than to sign away my rights to the ccreators of some lruid reality show that I would never watch on TV anyway, given that I never watch reality shows, rather than to sign away control to some cold and heartless, cruel person who is always against me, always changing the channel at the wrong moment, always picking an argument, always twisting thrings into a way that requires me to expend inordinate amounts of emotional energy fixing their mistakes for no reason other than to fuel their machine. 

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Yes, how dare you speak to me of B. Dalton Booksellers in that snarky way, you web-footed monstrosity from California? I have no thought of that. Vent your spleen on some other target, because anyway, I have almost no thought of them, who they were or what they did. I just have no idea. 

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Yes, I remember seeing that picture, and it was said that those two Indian guys were a great help to my great-grandparents during the time they were in China. But of course all of those people are gone now. That would have been in the 1910s or 1920s.

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Yes, I am only 14 years old at that time, so it is a bit shocking to hear some of these sacred things tossed around in such a flippant and careless way by some guy who I don't even know. And they do not even seem embarrassed. I do not know when I would ever be eligible to vote on this topic. 

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Yes, how could we not notice that your class report on Greek mythology went far out into dangerous territory. But who dares to comment on that? Maybe someday you will get saved, or maybe not, but for now I do not want to associate myself with that. 

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Yes, just watched your video and noticed that you seemed to be throwing the Nags. I did skim through some of that sketchy stuff, so full of holes, and noticed that also, but although that is not so canonical, that does not mean there might not be some good and valid points to be gleaned there also. I am not sure what there would be to say about the Nags.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember in fifth grade, feeling surprised and happy that I was invited to Francesca's birthday party. I remember arriving at the large house in the more affluent part of town, and I do not know why I do not remember much else about the party, except that I had to leave early because my Mom had arrived to get me, and as I was leaving, maybe that was Pat Whitaker who said that I should take one of those gift boxes on a certain table, because she said that everyone gets one of those party gifts, so I did whatever Pat said, although it seemed weird and awkward, and come to think of it, why is Pat running the show at someone else's party at someone else's house, and then I just look like an idiot. But whatever. I did whatever they told me to do. 

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Yes, that was sort of annoying, how that gives the mistaken and erroneous impression that I ever cared about the opinions of lowlife skunk Loren Wyrick. Only because probably his mother painted the sky with various commentaries, do I never cease to hear online some gibberish from his simple-minded thought patterns of a dull and boring garden-variety humanoid policeman, entirely lacking in any other personality traits.  

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Yes, what is this ridiculous question that you are trying to compel me to answer? When? When what? What about never? Probably it would be better to never use that word in conversation because, although you may see these definitions clearly spelled out in the dictionary, there is also the problem of the Chilean virus that has had many years to extend itself from its original 19th century roots. You cannot really know whether you are talking to a Chilean who is infected with that or not, or possibly some persons from other countries also may be infected. So for now, there are other ways to say that. 

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Yes, maybe you could ask them whether and/or how they are related to Napoleon. They would not want to tell me anything, but you might be able to figure out something about that. 

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Yes, it would be just impossible for me to 'keep up with the Jones's,' as the saying goes. Not that I ever cared so much about that, Only recently did I notice that Mary Lasley's mother's maid name was Jones. Oh, I did not know that. I just thought it was ridiculous, the way she is trying to set herself up as a goddess. Absurd. As if we did not notice her crawling out of windows, as noted in the diaries. I have to leave them to their own devices, because anyway, I am not eligible to compete at that level. Time is against me now, there is no money here to do ridiculous game things, so I only want to exit the planet having cleared my slate and resolved the dangling equations, because anyway, it is too late for me to do much more than that. 

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Yes, it is true that I never did read that book, "El Sombrero de Tres Picos." I did read something about the book, and it did not sound very appealing. Sometimes Spanish humor can be very low, and it could be laborious to wade through that. 

Although it is somewhat helpful to note that this word has several definitions, at this point I cannot switch midstream to another definition than the one I start with. I started with mountain peak and that is what I will have to go with. I cannot now switch to another language such as Portuguese, which does not have the same definitions listings. I have never been to Chile so I cannot speak for why they insist on imposing their street language on clueless persons such as myself. 

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Yes, it is probably just as well that the more recently updated dictionaries of Spanish-English now include a note of the existence of the Chilean slang version, because years ago there was no way to learn that. You would look in the dictionary of 40 or 50 years ago and the meanings would include a bird's beak, mountain peak, pickaxe mining tool and corner. 

Which reminds me that during the year that I was at Evangel, some of us were invited to a gathering at the home of an elderly missionary couple who had lived in Central America, I am forgetting their names at the moment, and in their front room prominently displayed was a book by the title of "El Sombrero de Tres Picos," which means the Tri-cornered Hat. That was something that I definitely noticed. I don't know, maybe they understood something about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing of the Lasleys, who were in Africa — specifically Togo and Senegal, but only because their children — Mary and Steve— were also at our college Mary was down on the 2nd floor, across the hall from some other people who used to be friends of mine but I don't want to talk to them at the moment. Everything just got so complicated and I don't need more messy people muddling around with that. Besides which, even though I like some of his songs, backup singers such as Mary could not possibly fill in the blanks. What would she in Africa know about Chilean slang? I did not even know that, and also I thought turkey was something to eat for Thanksgiving dinner. And what would that have to do with the price of tea in China? Mary Lasley was on a girls' sports team during college, as evidenced by yearbook pictures, but whether or not she had a sports scholarship I have no idea so I cannot speak to that point. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Raymond saying that he wan planning to be a millionaire by the age of thirty. That was in connection with economics class, when our teacher was explaining to us about the stock market and how that works. I never heard more about how that worked out for them later. It was just a theme that seems to reappear from time to time, something about the imaginary millions dollars. 

It was not until maybe forty years later that I went to Sacramento and found the document with the million number magically imprinted upon it. Whether there ever was a million dollars, or only shares aiming for that number, it would be hard to see how that number could ever be achieved given a subsequent hailstorm of depreciation. Anyway, there seem to be some parts missing, so it is very hard to say anything more about that, so why even try? Why get all pumped up about something that can never happen? 

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Yes, that was weird, did I hear online that Professor Elliott from college is somehow distantly related to Kelly Elliott, a high school classmate of mine to whom I do not remember ever speaking. She was nothing to me, and yet I somehow hear that she was badmouthing me all over the place to people at college. Why would that be? Since when does she know anything at all about me? or even care to acknowledge my existence? 

And where is this imaginary millions discussed in the prank? Where did that come from? Certainly not from me. I only heard one person in high school obsessing about his ambition to make himself a millionaire, but that was Raymond, and you would never meet them, they would never darken te door of one of our churches, probably. Sometimes there is no choice to be had of what various and sundery persons you are stuck with for the four years of high school. 

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Yes, I was not invited to participate in the prank, so I suppose that means that I am not sworn to secrecy, not under any oath in regards to that. I was just sitting there in class on the morning after the prank, and Professor Elliott was gently chiding her for doing that to herself, and that is how I started to learn who was involved and heard some stories about what they did and how they did that and how they are so shocked that Professor Elliott could figure out something about that, intuitively one would assume. 

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Yes, they all have to confess about the rude things they painted on people's car windows, in the parking lot of college, as part of their famous "used car lot" prank. They did not invite me to participate, which is just as well. I already have enough problems without adding their massive load of prankster guilt to the mix. Especially Mary Lasley was said to have written some shocking things, so who knows why do I need some crazy sports dog screaming in my ear. Mary's services are so unnecessary and unwanted for this particular point. She only wishes she had something to say worth mentioning. I was not that interested in sports tricks. If you are good at sports, you have your place there there, and if not, do not even try. It is not worth that much effort. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my aunt called him a charlatan, but I ahve no idea why she said that. I did not ask why she said that or what specific facts contributed to her negative opinion of him. That could be a heavy cruse for asking too much about that, so sometimes it is better not to ask further.  

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Yes, you could probably explain a few things about whichever Ben, what did he say, in about 10 minutes offline, and then what? No need to uproot myself over that stuff. Why should try to encourage this pandering to the lowest stereotypes of white girl? Maybe you think you would have an easier time running for president of Guatemala, what with all those stories about the independence bell and whatnot, but anyway, they might be even meaner to girl candidates of any shade, so what about that/  

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Yes, some days don't you just want to strangle those horrid little Sanchez monsters? And all to facilitate  their wicked Dulcinea jokes, thus to distract from the story of their own mother, as if I did not know to avoid that subject forever. Why don't you focus on deporting them? As if I should care either way. That wasn't my problem. Shut up! 

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Yes, that is easy enough to note, that the Stones were in Uruguay, and also the Turnbulls were there at the same time. I only remember one story that Shari T. told us about Kenton, and beyond that I do not care to comment online, because anyway, it was all about Shari's opinion of them, not really anything to do with me, not that I asked for that. And later, I was hearing online, Shari saying that she is never going to talk to me, I am not going to get any information from her, I should not regard her as a possible source of information about Uruguay. Ok, fine. Not that I asked. And did he not marry some Catholic girl anyway? So he is already gone, not really someone to talk to about who knows what. So who cares what Sherry thinks? She should not be talking that way, it gives the impression that I was asking questions about them. Not really. If people want to talk, but if they don't, that's fine, too. 

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Yes, not intentionally intending to explode, but anyway I cannot handle any more of this deceit and abuse from the vulgar, F-bomb spewing monster. There is no deal. Never. I hope you get saved eventually, but that is up to Jesus, not really something that I can make happen on my own strength. 

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Yes, that is sort of weird, your odd obsession with Debbie who I have not seen since forever. Why is she pretending to be a high school classmate of ours? Perhaps she would have been a star in Mr. Peters' typing class, had she been there. But anyway I have no memory of her being at my high school. I only remember the Debbie from junior high youth camp on whom I should have learned to never waste another word. That is all that I can say about Debbie. Of course we all know that Debbie is not a rich person and has no reason to go around crowing so loudly about her non-existent money and political influence. It does make us wonder why she needs a crew of wicked evil Persian witches to cover for her. What wicked thing did she do anyway? I had no thought of her, so you would have to tell me. I just have no idea. 

And then there was all that chatter about the bullet hole that divides Hondures from El Salvador, so maybe she was one of those people. How would I know? Nobody tells me anything.     

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Yes, I would have told you about it, but since all the phones were tapped anyway, might as well post it on social media where everybody can enjoy the game, instead of only one wiretapper. 

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Yes, I am not feeling any need for all this stupid drama about land ownership. So what if I do not own land? If I did own land, I would die later, and my nephews would be my heirs, so wverything wile go to them later, eventually, for them to later do something with, so why all of this ridiculous soap opera about land power? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago they lived in Florida, but moved to Arizona after his sister won the lottery, perhaps to be nearer to the lucky ones. That did not seem to last forever, because later they were living in Missouri or Texas, I don't understand what happened there. Families are not required to explain their private business or how they settled their private wininngs or losings. Needless to say. Obviously.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember during the time that I was living in Fullerton, for some reason I forget, my roommate Laura wanted to go visit her Ethipian friend, and for some reason I was recruited to go there with her, and he worked at some library farther west, or else that was their agreed upon meeting place, I forget how far away in the urban jungle that was, and we went to the library and we, or rather she was talking to him about something. Yes, it was noted the unique appearance of Ethiopians. So that was interesting, but you would have to ask Laura for details. I do not remember anything specific about that.  

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Yes, nice to hear that you have enough toys at hand to keep yourselves entertained and not have to bother me again. 

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Yes, I have to admit that I was avoiding them, and quite successfully so. Thus I am surprised that anyone would notice that because anyway it really did not matter that much. I am just a nobody so why bother them with my questions about things that I had never thought of before? It was enough to get good grades and read books, I had plenty of books. I never cared to learn more about your high school experience, weird that you would be so interested in mine. 

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Yes, I never really go to any place that would require myself to be carded, so that was sort of weird that you would make a joke about your fear of being carded. That would actually not be funny. Who would even think of that? Many things are lawful but not all things are expedient, as the Good Book says. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were telling me online something that I had not known about during high school. Oh! One of my high school classmates, whose surname is Castro, coincidentally to my mind because anyway that is a fairly common Hispanic name, actually is a distant relative of the late Fidel. Oh, I was surprised to hear about that. I had no idea. She seemed like just a normal person, right? Just another Cuban exile although her family having chosen another country than the U.S. for her new home. Myself not having known about that, I cannot imagine what there would be for me to say about that. Our Spanish teacher also was a Cuban exile. Incidentally. But anyway, there would be nothing that I would need to say about that, right?    

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Yes, there was that family photo of my aunt delivering her speech, but I was not there at the time, oubt of the country, so I really cannot comment on the comments of the speech or whatever she said. I just have no idea what that was about. And who wants to know? Since we do I have to copycat somebody's speech? Not my problem. 

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Yes, that was sort of not very interesting to hear someone talking about the food fight table in the college cafeteria. How they leave slop all over the carpet later for the cleaning crews to deal with. I am sure the cleaning crew would have another idea about that, but anyway, I was probably there at the time either way. 

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Yes, I was interested to hear more about how you are going to find me dead somewhere, and how you are supposedly going to find my ex strewn on some backroad to nowhere. I had heard that sort of obliquely, but not really seeing who said that leaves me curious to learn more about how that would happen. Maybe you could elaborate. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was 8 years old, our family was living in the city of Guadalajara, Mexico while my parents were attending the language school there, learning the Spanish language, and at that time the Cunninghams were a missionary family who lived nearby. I thought that they were stationed permanently in Mexico, but who knows where they ended up later. I have no memory of them beyond the age of 8. There was a time, a few years later, when we received a chian letter from someone, and we were to send on copies of the chain letter to other people of our acquaintance, and then probably they would send on the chain letter to other people and so on and so forth. We sent a copy of our chain letter to the Cunninghams and who knows what else happened after that or where else the chain letter was sent letter. 

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Yes, that was sort of weird, when I was working at Boca, how our publisher imposed upon us a duty of defeating Smith, even though I had no idea why. Smith won the mayoral election anyway that time. But it was obvious that our publisher hated Smith's guts, from reading the editorial articles that he wrote, that was all I knew about that. Later, a few story assignments illustrated his personal hatred of Smith, but anyway, why should I care if the man's name was Smith or Jones or any other surname from the country club that refused to admit his application. Beyond the movie starring Jimmy Stewart, "Smith Goes to Washington," perhaps there is some older New England mythology not so familiar to me, but that is never explained in a clear way that would make any sense. I do not work for them now, so there is no reason for me to gratuitously promote your law practice for no reason. 

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Yes, that was an odd combination I noticed in the B-52s, they having a Wilson and also a Strickland (my grandmother was a Strickland) and some other people, who knows what they really are. And so what? Who knows what sort of twisted idea they would have, nothing personal that I would need to discuss with them. 

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Yes, I noticed that you were expecting me to say something about the Wilsons, even though I am really not connected to them outside of school hours or class time. There are so many Wilsons on your list, and they all have a certain look about them, but really there is no way to figure out how they are all so interrlated amongst each other. They never explain and then later they come around expecting me to fill in the blanks when I just no idea. For me it is better to avoid unpleasant surprises. 

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Yes, I only care about paying my rent, preferably before the time comes for me to evacuate the planet, although hopefully not quite yet. Beyond that, just to tinker around in Dr. Frankenstein's laboratory the way you are always doing would not be my choice of methodology. Blah blah blah. Sew this, sew that. Blah blah blah. There comes a time for putting aside these toys, however entertaining they might be, and seriously applying to the arts and sciences for some really advanced letters of a more useful sort. I am just saying.    

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Yes, there are so many holes in that story you could probably drive a truck through that. But before trying to talk to those people, wouldn't it be better to be able to read the confessions written during his two-week prison stay? That might at least give us a clue as to what questions to even start asking. I just have no idea how that happened. But who knows where that landed? Perhaps it went up in smoke in Cousin Daniel's California house ablaze and now it already too late to rewrite that story. I just have no idea. And I only heard about the Confessions from reading the diaries. If it weren't for the diaries, I would just look so ridiculous running around talking about things that I know nothing of, with no documents to prove anything. 

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Yes, my best friend at age 12 was Debbie Lange, whereas Webster's ex-wife was Debra McLain. Oh, a mere coincidence not worth mentioning, no doubt. Especially if you cannot spell. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, when I was 12 years old I had a best friend and her name was Debbie. You probably noticed her picture in my photo album when you or your spy-maid was rummaging through my personal belongings while I was gone to school or something like that. Yes, so that was Debbie, not to be confused with a few other Debbies. Yes, that was sort of weird hearing so much online stuff from Debbie. Where was she when I needed a friend? I seem to have forgotten some people. 

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Yes, I do think that the dictionary represents the highest level of human wisdom on matters of word definitions currently available to mankind. Maybe after death I will not need this physical artifact of words printed on paper, maybe later I will advance to other levels of knowledge beyond what is available in the dictionary, but for now the dictionary represents the best possible option for diffusing the best available knowledge for the use of everyone. I cannot speak for those demonic creatures who disdain the use of dictionaries. I know my physical limitations of human existence and know that I should be grateful for the existence of dictionaries. Even if I do not use the dictionary every day, it is there when I need it. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember many years ago, maybe 2001 or thereabouts, attending a Bible study at Perino's house for three months, and they used a Beth Moore study book with a blue cover if I remember rightly, and it was led by one of Perino's Blackie who I have since forgotten and no longer care to be reminded of. The problem with these dull boring people is that make us feel guilty for not feeling sorry for their miserable lives, and so then we feel ourselves compelled to patiently sit through all this tedious stuff, and then later we cannot get rid of them. Suddenly I find them sneaking around behind my back trying to control everything and make my life a reflection of their dreary Perino mediocrities. Go home already and stop expecting too much from me.  

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Yes, I am somehow reminded, by a trailer, of that job interview that I once had at that newsletter place over on Gateway Drive. From the start, it was apparent that they did not like me, so, OK, fine, you win some lose some. How dare I attempt to represent myself  and my jumbled life in a resume. How dare I attempt to put my best foot forward. How dare I seek to improve my lot in life. Ok, fine. So the broomstick biddies were not going to approve of me, no matter what. Ok, fine, better luck next time, hopefully. 

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Yes, I suppose that you will want me to say something about Joann, and the online mail I was receiving from their ex-wife Debbie. Sounded like a horrible mess, the way I heard it online. Why go to all that trouble just to pull a token Webster's dictionary away from the mother of his children? It just wasn't that important. Who cares? We have made too much progress in Western Civilization (an A class for me) now to pretend that being male is the only thing required to write a dictionary. No one is disputing the fact of male authority. After all, Adam's first job in the Bible was to name the animals. That was Adam's job, not so much Eve's job. Right. But nowadays, more than a mere male is required to write a dictionary or to provide a truly authoritative definition. It is not enough to be born in Spain. You might pull birth gender rank and fool a few persons for a short time, but then it just gets tedious having to lvie that way. And anyway, ChatGPT is now telling me that for most professional lexicographers, the minimum qualification is a bachelor's degree in English, Spanish, Linguistics, Modern Languages, Classics, or a closely related field. Competitive applicants often have: Master's degree in Linguistics, Lexicography or Applied Linguistics and also a PhD (especially for historical or scholarly dictionaries), For Spanish lexicography, degrees in Hispanic Linguistics, Philology, Spanish Language, or Romance Languages are especially valued. In this case, I might prefer to go with the dictionary and/or ChatGPT, thanks anyway.  
  

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Yes, so you crazy people thought that you could drop off your cigarette in my toilet, and that no one would ever notice that I don't smoke. If I say anything, I will just find more of yoru spit-in-my-eye tricks, so I should just not say anything more about that.  

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Yes, Cannery Row is definitely a tourist trap. I try to never go there. The canneries are mostly gone anyway, and it is all souvenir shops and that sort of glitzy places to spend money. 

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Yes, every once in a while my mother reminds me that when I was a small child, maybe a toddler, my mother was working a job, and so she had a babysitter for me, who was Mrs. Robinette. Her son Doctor Phil is now a professor of sociology at the college, but I have no memory whatsoever of him or them. My mind just goes blank at the thought of them. I have no memories of that era of my young life to share. I was too young. 

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Yes, that was sort of awkward, the way she got all emotional and flustered, embellishing her speech by making some uncomfortable point. It was not for us to say whether her husband she be required to do the laundry whenever they... Yes, I cannot even repeat that. Let her explain what she meant by that. 

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Yes, that was nice of them to offer me a job at Ed Cole's organizaiton, Meximized Manhood, but I said no. I when there for an interview with his daughter's husband, a lawyer, and that was interesting, but anyway  it seem as if things could get complicated, so I said no. That never happened. And I have already explained this same point several times over again so how many times more before the truth is heard? 

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Yes, we are not unaware of your favored principle of Free-Dumb, even if maybe we may or may not want to say whether that is true or not. That might work in some situations, but then again there might be other reasons or principles to consider. I am saying. We may or may not care about being liked by the mind-numbed promoters of Free-Dumb. The Bible says to be innocent as doves and also wise as serpents. So I don't know whether or not your idea of Free-Dumb fits with mine. 

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Yes, and then there is the question of why should there be a national joke about vices? It is not that funny to me. And also, it gives the impression of winking at sin, of making light or game of things that are really quite serious, especially when overdone and addictive to the users. So where do I go to opt out of this rat maze? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school going to the United States Embassy to file an application for my Social Security card. Many years later, working in California I learned that the first three digits are code for a certain region for administrative purposes of the embassy, because there was a Mexican guy working there who had the same code, as was noticed by the people who do that, but what passport and other paperwork he had I cannot remember. He got his somewhere in southern Mexico, I forget which city he said. Ha ha ha! And it would seem sort of rude of me to ask more than I would really want to know. A card was a card that I needed to use for applying to colleges. Nothing illegal about that.   

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Yes, it is difficult for me to understand why she wanted to use the label of "Courtesan" to designate herself. I heard her saying that but I was not sure where that came from or what that was intended to signify. Huh? I probably should not be repeating crazy stuff that I hear, but then again why would I not think that there was something sort of weird about that. After all, I was not really that stupid.   

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Yes, I tend to think of Bruce Bell as a sniveling namby-pamby uninteresting wishy-washy wimp not worth mentioning. What a stupid thing for him to say about that. What a worthless idiot are these riff-raff Bells. Nobody wants to kiss his pukey face. 

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Yes, I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with the Bells. They were living in an alternate universe. Oh, sorry about that. Too dangerous to talk about that what with all of these bullets ricocheting all over the place.  

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Yes, which brings up another question, why all of this stormy obsessive discussion of the Janet Cook story, Cook being the journalist whose career ended infamously after she invented fictional characters to make her point. Yes, I remember reading an article about that back around the time that happened, maybe in Time magazine. So, OK, whatever. I vaguely remember at Evangel rooming for 2-3 months with Jan Green, but the Cooks were unknown to me. I remember reading many articles in Time magazine, about so many things. But OK, fine, if you insist, we can talk about the Cooks, although I do not really remember them anyway. I seem to have forgotten some people who were not all that interesting in the first place. 

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Yes, why would you be bothering me about your Michigan connection to Mr. Sokobin's daughter. For one thing, we are not related to Sokobin, notwithstanding the fact that he was an important signer of passport applications. Also, how is that you do not know that Kathy from the CIA is your handler and she will ship your head directly to those government people who need to know about your frivolous complaints of whatever nature. Thus, I see no reason for you to bother me about nothing much. 

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Yes, I do think that I would prefer the disinterested regulations of the federal government supervising this matter of land management, rather than to get stuck in some muddy wrestling pit having to duke it out with some horrbly wretched evil witch. Needless to say. Obviously. 

Yes, I did happen to notice the idiotic rantings of that real estate agent named Donna. If this were a Spanish book, the word "real" would translate as "royal," but given that Donna is only a self-interested business person doing her own thing, I do not see where her opinions matters in the slightest. If I needed a real estate agent, her name would probably not be on my list. My family would already have their own professional contacts to recommend in that field, probably not Donna.  

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Yes, weird that you would send your little puppet Pam to inform me of some formal charges lodged against your own children, by whoever, of which I was not yet aware, but whatever, Yes, so I was warned not to talk about that in future, so after that I had even more reasons to never remember. So many people, so little time. Anything I say would only aggravate the problem apparently, and anyway I admit that I don't really care. Weird that you would have all these people from Michigan on your staff. And wasn't Michigan the home state of Samuel Sokobin's daughter, all dead now.  So who cares about that? Nice of you to sign my passport application. Beyond that, i do not see any further connection between us and them. Yes, have a nice life. Goodbye!   

Which Rerminds Me

Yes, that was so rude of Carmen to try to throw her miserable life at me. Ulises was her boyfriend, not my problem. While she is ascending to U.S. citizenship, I was expected to go live in Caribbean misery that she left behind. And also there was that lecture about the extreme legalism of the Mayan culture, not really for white people. So that was her idea of an exchange program, not really mine.  My feeling would be to rebuke them for trying to put a Caribbean hex on me, and intruding upon my personal life, among other things, but then again they are church people so what do I know.  I am not allowed to say what I really think about that.  

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Yes, whatever happened to Vickie Canfield from high school? She belonged to the Open Bible church, and I do agree that keeping the Bible open is probably more important than some of this other bird cage lining, but anyway, my job may on occasion involve other writings than the Bible. But where would her head have landed in all that mess? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the one year I worked at Hermano Pablo's, our co-worker Mark was often in a rage about various things going on there. He thought the headlines and writing in the fundraising newsletters were overly sensationalized. I did not want to say whether or not I would agree with him. Did I not also hear that the newsletters are written by a professional fundraising specialist who is trained specifically to produce this type of fundraising materials? So who am I to say what they should put in their newsletters? But Mark prefers to vent his rage upon the newsletter, at least for now. And these people are always so celver about flipping the script later, as experience has shown, so perhaps I should not add my two cents to that one-sided conversation. 

And then later I heard that they fired Mark, after learning that he had all the phones rigged to his phone, so that he could eavesdrop on every phone conversation in the building. Come to think of it, I remember that he always seemed to know everything that was happening there.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that back at the beginning of this thing, 12-15 years ago, they were wanting information about China because they were saying they wanted to help connect China Christians to the Catholic church in Rome, and also to honor those who would assist in that process. Well, good luck with that, but there is not very much that we can say. There are a few things that are a matter of public record, such as ship travel registers and consular documents, and beyond that time is fast sending those events deeper into the past, to be later interpreted by historians perhaps, but probably that would not be us. . We might not live long enough to see the move, if there ever would be one. 

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Yes, it is true that I did have a sort of part-time job during my last couple of years of high school. I translated letters for the child care program that was run by the school system that was founded by the Bueno family. So that was nice. We would go occasionally to the secretary there, who would give us a packet of letters to translate. Those were letters of students writing to their U.S. sponsors who presumably could not read Spanish. Those were cute letters, we would return those to the secretary with a translation attached. They paid us I forget how many cents per letter. So that job ended when we left the country, nothing more to say about that. 

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Yes, sometimes I think that I hear those wretched evil sports dogs rolling around in the lower compartments of hell, but my hearing is not that good. You were not invited to my life, you barged in uninvited as any rude and boorish person could or would. You were nothing. We would put you in jail, but anyway, we were not the police.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am definitely not applying for any job in the area of fundraising for nonprofit organizations, not that there are not so many good causes that could benefit from added funding. So many diseases in need of a cure, so many poor people in need of assistance, etc. etc. But definitely I am not gifted in the area of fundraising, so no reason to belabor that point. For what do I need the idiots of NYC screaming at me about fundraising? I already am not planning to go there anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, nobody is asking for your garbage sports money. I would rather die than have to associate with stupid sports people. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when finding all of these nasty people screeching at me about how they do not give me, I am convinced and persuaded that the job of fundraising is not for me. No way am I ever going to ever contemplate the thought of a career in fundraising. Forget about that. Other people have a knack for fundraising, but definitely not me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working in Boca Raton, for a newspaper there, I had the occasion of interviewing Wanda at a time when she was a candidate for City Council office. Each candidate was interviewed was given the opportunity to tell their story and explain what they hoped to accomplish if elected. I am glad to see that you learned how to read for yourself so I will not need to regurgitate whatever was said in the article. Wanda's campaign was successful. She was elected to City Council. Beyond what was published, I do not remember anything more about her. I actually do not have very much opinion about these people, I only did my job and nothing more. 

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Yes, easy for you to pay high taxes when you have millions in the bank. Easy for you to say. Don't when I would ever readh that tax tier when still working on my degree in underwater basketweaving. 

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Yes, I am not sure what you mean by "those people." Perhaps you are referring to that back-stabbing traitoress who left us and ran off to Oklahoma to join the Jehovah's Witness cult. So? Coincidentally, our high school classmate Libby was known to belong to the Jehovah's Witness cult, although now she is living in Connecticut pretending to be a Puerto Rican Catholic. Ha ha ha! And why should I be required to pay for the crimes of cultic whacko Libby? She did not have to sit up there in New England pretending to be in charge of the unvierse, but under there circumstances, So did they turn Jewish or do they belong to that cult? Sometimes that is not so clear. 

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Yes, I am not looking to pick an argument with Jewish people, wanting to protect my own safety among other reasons, but also my original instructions included something about how we will need to let Ron-It go. She lives in Israel now, which is actually a separate country from the United States, and why do I need to answer questions when actually I am not that interested in going there. Maybe I would go there on a vacation tour of the highlights of the Holy Land, preferably with a guide who knows what they are talking about, but beyond that, we could not really talk in high school, so why start now. 

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Yes, I too thought that I would just work work work long into my old age, but somehow I find Problematical interference on many levels. I would like to just evacuate the planet and not leave a footprint or trace behind, not make myself the issue, yet somehow I cannot avoid getting too much attention focused on me. I did not really ask for that, but the walls are in a ruinous state. 

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Yes, how weird, maybe if I look around FB long enough, maybe it would take me years to bother, but eventually maybe I would run across evidence of the existence of Donald's wretched Hot Mess baby. Well, la di dah! Since when do I connect to those fashionista scum and their dirty money? Yuk! You probably get all of your wrong information from some evil demonic Ron-It. So worthless. Such a huge waste of my time. 

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Yes, I am not sure actually, did I hear that Prada's book deal was canceled? I don't know what I heard, it is not like they would ever drop by just to tell us about that. I just have no idea. I do not actually hang out with those lowlife scum. How would I know? I have to show some responsibility for myself, I cannot control what other people do about that. How are they not embarrassed of being such worthless Latino garbage? Not my problem. But of course I cannot actually say such un-nice things. That would not be the Christian thing to say. But also how many extra miles to I have to walk the extra mile before I quit altogether? I already quit a long time ago, no more nonsense.  

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Yes, there you are stuck in a hot mess, how dare you bother me about your own garbage hot mess. Not my problem. Yuk! And you have only yourself to blame for having built that hot mess. Not by problem. And then you try so hard to make me feel guilty about the hot mess that you built in the first place. Not my problem. And you are such a worthless hot mess that nobody wants anyway. Not my problem.  

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Yes, I noticed that you are such a lousy Cook, no wonder you cannot  understand a Tasty Stand, you are only a Curt and rude and worthless excuse for I don't know what. Since when do I care about the tasky tasteless riff-raff people of Illinois? 

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Yes, we had known that the Buenos were originally turned Anglo, and now returning to their Latin roots. What I had not realized was that the Balius family also had roots in Spain. Oh, I did not know that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, back in the late 1970s, that there existed some guy named Johnny Rents, who on Sunday evenings often drove us, and also Rachel, home in the church van after youth activities. His late father was the pastor of that church. I lost track of them later so cannot say if Johnny died or what. 

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Yes, I cannot forget that there was a time when I was working for a company that was owned by Democrats who sold the company, and also I left, but maybe I would throw them a few crumbs now and then, I do n't know, depends. So that was interesting. I switched to Independent around that time and am still unattached to parties, too lazy to stop by Ctiy Hall to wrack my brain trying to decide which party. And don't we always say that this is one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all? So who cares which party? Parties may well be a necessary accoutrement of a Democratic form of government, but other priorities are mor important than being with one party or another. My Dad's Aunt Julia was a prominent Republican, as noted in the diaries of great-grandmother, but she is not alive now to explain with that meant.     ` 

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Yes, I could have not tried that, but also she did not have to react that way. So maybe you are saying that if I did go to hell, that I would find her head rolling around in the bottomless pit, but hopefully I can not repeat that mistake and aoid going there. I guess that means we are NOT going to be friends. Needless to say. Obviously.  

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Yes, truth be told, the precise name of the expectant slut arriving here from high school is as yet unknown to me, although by guesswork I could try to throw out some names, but who knows which one would fit the bill. I have no idea. I would rather not know, actually. Nobody cares anyway. That is only a trap to catch me is ome misspoken misstake. 

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Yes, someone has brought up the question of who had the ridiculous idea of hiring this vicious, nasty, horrid witch Mrs. Faulkner for the job of coding the entirety of western civilization. I could elaborate on this topic but I would rather avoid any future conflict of any personal nature. She becomes merely a phenomenon of Swedish pop culture in such a context with nothing more to say about that.  

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Yes, I heard that they only care about money, so that they might as well constitute Nashville as the capital of the Beer Nation, thus to coronate Mr. Busch as the permanent Emperor of the Liquid Spirits. Then we could see a little clearer to bifurcate the country, so that the rest of us country could loop around and circumvent the beer half. I thought that I heard something online about that, but what would I know about that? Nothing actually. Hmmmm Problematic.

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Yes, in recent years when I was doing my genealogy i noticed that my grandmother had an uncle named Jessie, but anyway he was definitely not you. He died in 1954, so obviously I am not seeing any connection there. 

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Yes, I never had any private conversation whatsoever with O'Farrell, so I do not impressed with Martha's lousy efforts to write a fictional novel about a conspiracy network linking me to him. She should just forget about trying to write fiction. Nobody wants to listen to Martha's ludicrous conspiracy theories. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that many years ago, I received a phone call from Mike Santiago at the Swaggart organization, telling me that they were going to be needing a translator and maybe I could apply for a job there. However, I never did apply there or explore that option. Somehow I had the feeling that such a job could present some problematic issues for white girl, the stereotypes against white girl do exist, so I did not even send them my resume. Nothing. It was as if the Lord was telling me not to go there. Weird how so many people knew about that later, and yet wrong about that. No, I ultimately said no to that. I did have other opportunities to do some translation work, Spanish to English, but there is really not enough of that type of work to matter much or to bring in much of any income anyway, besides which those people are mostly dead now, their organization mostly non-existent, so that really is something not worth mentioning. It was probably just as well that I did not do that.    

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Yes, I vaguely remember that she had a conflict with the executive editor and stormed off the job. I forget the details of that, I might have been a source of annoyance somehow, I forget how that happened. 

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Yes, apart from my original mistake at age 3, there is actually a normal place and role for a quality of intelligent curiosity that can be harnessed for purposes of education and enlightenment. Thus, you will not be allowed to condemn me for pursuing my personal interests and getting As in Miss Marken's English class and for expanding my horizons as far as reasonably possible within the limitations of human existence and technological progress. If you continue to persist in interfering with my intelligence pursuits of life and liberty, not yet showing no repentance for trying to strangle my faith, there may be a need to have you removed from my back side by means of crowbar or whatever is required to get rid of you. And if you insist on putting your name in that box, certainly that would apply to you. Do not let me hinder you from frolicking naked in the jungles of Africa or to take dictation from Mrs. Bigfoot, if you so desire, but also that is not where I am planning to go with this, so there is just no reason to continue this conversation.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you really should have long ago gotten over the idea that everything that goes wrong is a personal affront to you. Actually nobody was talking about you at all, but if you insist on taking it that way, you will have to live in that space all by yourself for a very long time. Enough said. Needless to say. 

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Yes, I am not remembering how many months did we hvae to tolerate having the Chronowitch as our supervisor. Maybe José would remember something. I only remember that she was full of the most worthless garbage Oprah money. Blah blah blah. Oprah this, Oprah that. Whatever. I am not particularly interested in commenting on whatever they do with their money. I just think that has nothing to do with me. I have other plans for myself than being thrown around by Oprah money, so that hwatever they want to do is no concern of mine. 

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Yes, I do think that ChatGPT does a good job of concisely summarizing what there is to say about the use of the term "bourgoisie" in the 19th century. Our high school readings of Dickens, Ibsen and Balzac were other titles, but generally speaking the term obviously has a negative connotation. Nowadays, this term is almost never used, except maybe in some historical context as a phenomenon that existed before the world wars of the 20th century. I do not think that I would recommend its use, maybe not quite in a legal sense as bad as calling someone a crook, but there it is in the dictionary nonetheless. 

And what was that Edith Wharton title that you were trying to throw at me, something about a single woman who descends into drug addiction after exhausting her marriage and societal options? What a depressing thought. And later I went and tried to read a Wharton book, and I never did get past the first chapter. Absurd. Not everything in literature is worth reading. Needless to say. 

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Yes, and there is the dilemma of whether your ethnic origins constitute legal immunity from your customary practice of rape and pillage. We are not equipped to issue legal opinions on this topic, so we will leave that to others to figure out. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading in news magazines or else hearing on the nightly news, something about the secret Iran-Congra affair, a political scandal of the 1980s Reagan era. I never thought that I would ever learn anything about that beyond what is often referred to in political commentaries that may appear on nightly news. I never had any personal connection whatsoever to such political figures as Oliver North and shredder-accomplice. 

There was no reason to imagine that Rowena Hall would be somehow connected to Fawn Hall. 

The only other Hall that I can remember was Jim Hall, who was our retreat speaker, so nothing to see there. Ho hum! Jim Hall's parents were John & Cuba Hall, missionaries to Africa, which is another story entirely, unrelated to Oliver North's private affairs, of which we have no knowledge or connection whatsoever.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do believe that I heard some commentary about secret relationship of our high school teacher, Miss Marken, with our science teacher, Mr. Schaeffer, but I was not quite sure that was meant by that. Basically, I thought that was a joke not worthy of further research. 

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Yes, only two or three years ago I finally did discover something interesting about Nancy Holbron, a ninth grader is how I remember her. Actually, her father was military and her mother Nicaraguan, so probably she was a full-blown Contrarian, whatever that meant. So who cares? What about that? Why am I still getting mail from those military half-Contras?   

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Yes, so typical of her to pretend that she never said that in the first place, as if I would have thought of that all by myself, and then if I try to discuss that no one will have my back. I would just be drowning in a mess of nonsense. Better to wait until after I die and go to heaven, and then God who knows all things can make any necessary corrections to this distorted configuration of current affairs. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Susie was complaining about people who she served as a waitress in the coffee shop, and the tip they left was all pennies. She was quite vociferous about expressing her dissatisfaction with such rude customers who are so insulting to her with their mountains of pennies. I do not quite see it that way, never having worked in a coffee shop myself. I tend to think that money is money, and even though it would be a conisderable pain to lug around hundreds of pennies, or else take them to a bank where they have one of those automatic coin rolling machines, still money is money one way or another, so moderate your temper tantrum with that comforting thought.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, truly, the point is overdone about using words like stupid, Enough of that. 

Even so, I cannot see any reason to have my wicked uncle's errand boy/messenger pigeon running my life, as if I had not noticed that. And then they will want to resurrect some ancient about the gold standard, and about how there ought to be some Peg for an anchor. And when did it become my job to resurrect this missing Peg? I only remember some maybe snippets of that. Why should I be required to participate in this useless argument, when already our nation is filled with so many of these whipper-snapper genius economic wizards who thinkt hey know everything about everything?   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when we are growing up and going into young adulthood, don't we all need some encouraging words to help along our faith and to make us believe that we can be more than the sum of our parts? I might have received some of that, thankfully, but not from those guys. Definitely not those guys. They will just have to eat their own curses. 

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Yes, I do not really think about that most of the time, but anyway, he has only himself to blame for marrying "blue." I have no inclination to dignify such slanderous "blue" commentaries in any formal sort of way. After that onslaught of "blue" verbiage, she need not fear that anyone will ever speak to her again ever in this lifetime, at least not me. I just have no energy for such idiotic command performances. 

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Yes, that was so rude of whoever to imagine they could just commandeer my entire life, as if I were some mindless slave property, to spend all my time doing all of this garbage work for nothing. Maybe if there were a paycheck on the line I could give it a second thought, but you just expecting me to do all of this junk stuff for free is ridiculous and ludicrous. There is no free lunch. Nothing. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during the years at CLC, somehow I learned, online or by osmosis somehow, that the Pastor, one of his other roles is as head of the house of Bangert, and he has to protect her no matter what. So that sets up a conflict of interests, because anyway, who cares about her idiotic rantings. Enough about those California idiots. And there was the question of who drove her to the store to buy birth control pills prescribed by her doctor. I probably should have asked more specific qu4esitons about that and what really happened, but it was hard to get a word in edgewise with those witches.  

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Yes, Jan Chance was such a nice friendly person, who lived on the same floor as myself during my one year at Evangel College. I did not return the next year, although not for any personal reason about her. It was just that the system was sort of broken from my point of view, and I could not seem to function without a hugely unexplainable blob of stuff all over my head. Sometimes I get made about that, but really I should not take that personally, because it had nothing to do with me.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Mrs. Grace Richardson, our Canadian teacher at our little school, after Dawn and myself had graduated from eighth grade, left us and went to Africa to work at a boarding school there. I might have heard that she encountered some difficulties there, but myself not having heard the details of that, would not want to try to repeat what I thought I heard. Susie might have more details on that, I do not remember much. There was some correspondence between Mrs. Richardson and Susie's late mother, but I only heard some vague hint of that. 

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Yes, I am not sure what you want, actually, but anyway, my options are to evacuate the planet or to join a nunnery. Worse things could happen than being a nun, but I am not a Catholic so there there are too many technical glitches in this picture. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that many long years ago, we had abandoned the idea of deriving any benefit whatsoever from associating with the worthless "Bail-y-US" family. \

There is no longer any Uncle Sam. There is only a scattered mess of children. 

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Yes, whatever happened to Greg the sports writer? In the office one day, I was logging in to my computer and then suddenly noticed that Greg is looking over my shoulder carefully watching my keystorkes in an attempt to capture what is my password, which he did and was now able to log in to my account and hack all my files. Terrifying. Weird that he was so obsessive, but fortunately he did not survive probation. There were only three months of Greg and then he was a goner. 

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Yes, there has been a lot of talk on Youtube about the Secrets of Fatima, telling the story of the visions that were seen by the children, the appearance of a supernatural being of unknown origin, the various prophecies and sayings that came out of that, the lives of the children afterward and how they were affected by those events, etc. etc. Myself being a Protestant, I tend to leave it to the Catholics to tell everyone what that was about, because anyway the Catholics would have all of the records and ptaperwork associated with that, and we would probably only hear about that by reading in a book or magazine or seeing a video on Youtube. 

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Yes, there is another question of whatever happened to that worthless idiot O'Farrell, Michael that is,  from high school. Martha probably remembers him, you could always ask Martha because in me there is nothing of him. I never really cared whether O'Farrell would live or die, not my problem. 

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Yes, I too noticed a slight resemblance there to Stone, although so what? Not a reason for me to involve myself in unknown territorial issues. I think I heard online that he may be stuck in Maryland for the long haul, not my problem, not my job, not my money. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember one time when I was working on the Society paper somewhat late, it was dark already, possibly winter, there was a knocking at the office door, and it was Norman Young wanting to talk to some of the advertising people, so I let him in the door and thought that was a sort of bizarre event. How weirdly coincidental to see them again. Don't they attend some other church now? So obviously I am not thinking about them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of rainbows, what if there was a rainbow blouse? Maybe you could ask Dwight and Cori what they meant by that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my first year at SCC, living on the seventh floor of the girls' dorm were two girls whose name was Candy, Candy Bennett and Candy Higgins, and they were rooming together. And then there was myself, Candi. And although I spell my name differently than theirs, it does sound the same, verbally speaking. So sometimes they are calling Candy and that is not really me, so I have to remember that they are not really talking to me, which fact I do remember, so no need to belabor this point. I do remember that they existed at that time, not sure what happened to them later. Were the two Candy's across the hall from Heather and Debbie? I forget.    

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Yes, one of the benefits of being retired is not hearing the bragadocious boastings emanating from the advertising department, mostly Tyler, who drives a Corvette so everyone assumes he was probably their best salesperson, although actually I do not want to know or think too much about what goes on over there in terms of the wheeler-dealer aspects of how they negotiate with the advertisers. As long as I was getting paid, I was fine with whatever they do over there that keeps the company financially afloat. Probably Tyler would not be able to do my job either, but I was not planning to scale the wall between advertising and editorial. It just would not be worth the effort, and even less so now that the digital age has made print almost obsolete, not worth mentioning. 

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Yes, what is this platter of repulsive dog food that you have placed before me, as if I should be compelled to eat that nonsense. Never. 

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Yes, truly, you have spoken as if wearing the shoes of a 19th century Chinese man irritated iwth his British colonial overseers, but that was more than 100 years ago. 

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Yes, we cannot imagine who Phil ultimately married. He was very shy so one casn easily imagine him overwhelmed by some blustering biddy, whoever that is sputtering in the background. 

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Yes, you have failed to explain why I should limit my future options by signing on to some demonically inspired Faustian plot.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember only that Bertwell was a friend of Heather's. Which Heather, one might ask, but it really does not seem to matter which Heather. There always seem to be various Heathers lurking about. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that those two Vineyard people I met that one time were unspeakably disgusting, whatever their names were, but I would not to clutter the airwaves trying to explain my vague impression of that, and anyway, to have them arrested would serve no purpose now. Better to just avoid them in future.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you really should realize that the "Me Too" movement is never going to happen the way you might be imagining. What is Maine but a snowbound slice of "frozen chosen" New England where it snows most of the year? Not my problem. The "Not My Problem" movement would be more apropos to the topic at hand. 

Yes, it can be easily imagined that some inquiring minds may be asking how these little brownies got their U.S. visas, But what rude person would dare to ask such a nosy question? Do I work for the immigration department? No, actually not. Not My Job: Not My Problem. 

Yet, it could be sort of interesting to hear, what actual incident set off this temper tantrum snit of nasty rich men? Because anyway, I only know that was not me. I do not have the blood type for that. 

Maybe if you are going to erase Columbus Day, you oould also cancel Christmas. That would be  job for those nasty snit people. 

What is there to say? May your enemies triumph over you, too?   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was a bit surprised when I heard you say that you already know about the other copy of the poem that is floating around somewhere. And I only know that you did not get that from me, because it took some time for me to even remember what that was. Oh, that thing! And I suppose that you will continue with trying to ride the bronco until I finally finish kicking you out of my head. Annoying. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I can possibly imagine that inquiring minds might want to know, what is the difference between the scummy harem bimbos of Persia and the harem bimbos of Mormon-Dumb. Either way, I have nothing whatsoever to do with that. I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with Kathy and her Persian sports dogs and/or harem bimbos or Mormon riff-raff or whoever they were. That has nothing whatsoever to do with me. We were not Mormons. Why would anyone in our family be dumb enough to go there? Absurd. But I cannot speak for them. I can only speak for myself. 

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Yes, I did not want to waste my energies on nothing much, but it does seem necessary somehow to mention that Bertwell was not a person worthy of my attention or mention. If the thought of Bertwell should ever happen to cross my mind on some rare occasion, although probably never, I would tend to envision a pile of stale old dog food that nobody wants. But I did not want to waste my time and energies on such a useless topic of discussion. There are those who would know how to repurpose old things for a new time, but definitely Bertwell has not displayed any talent or ability to make any intelligent remark worthy of mention. Just driving a fancy Corvette does not really prove very much at all beyond a superficial outward appearance of one annoying person that I never really liked anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Cori was telling us a story about her interactions with Paul Olsen, and how she pinched him in the rear, but given that I was not there at the time, I cannot say anything very authoritative about that. I only remember something that she said, but who knows, he might have a completely different story, but I never asked. It just would not be worth trying to ask questions about that when probably she told the story to other prople also, as tone deaf as she is, so it was not necessarily my job to do something about that.  She thought that was so funny, she was sort of boasting about that.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, she was born a Muslim and told us more than once that she did not want to convert, even though her daughter wanted her to convert. So if she died a Muslim, how is that our fault? Perhaps they cannot be saved unless drawn by the Spirit, as the Good Book says, so God gives them what they want either way. And for what do I need some cold and heartless, fancy schmancy rich building when there is no Spirit in that? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, Oh, now I can sor of see that you are confused. It was actually Turner who was our MAPS worker, which means that she was working as a financially independent volunteer, not really on salary. She was originally from Nebraska, but she married a native man there, so that is how her family became intertwined in a residential way with that of her husband, Leonal, but that is a different story for another day. And how does Turner of Nebraska converse with Tuner of New York? This is not clear. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, ok, so I sort of remember hearing that you borrowed your sister's diet pills and then could not sleep for two or three nights. That was the only thing that I can actually remember hearing. Everything else beyond that would only be a useless embellishment of something that was not much interest, because anyway you were not really that important to a mere eavesdropper, it just did not matter. I would hope that you would have learned your lesson and never did that again, but how knows. I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that we have already discussed this point more than once, about how the Spanish word for freckle is the noun "peca," a word that can also, in another context, when used as a verb, signify "to sin.' So if I sit out in the sun getting myself sunburned, my freckles and/or specks of melatonin, might get a shade darker, and thus I would be sinning. Yes, ha ha ha! A tedious sort of funny. Enough about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always so amazingly clever, how they make all of these arrangements behind my back, never explain anything, and then I am supposed to somehow pull a rabbit out of a hat to defend them. I do not know that I care that much. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working in Central Florida, I was assigned to write a story about lemon lawes, and my source was basically the manager of the local Ford dealership. He semmed to be very knowledgable on this topic, so that he definiately was not you, and one supposes that it is always good for readers to know that there are legal remedies in the event of getting stuck with a lemon car, one that is apparently defective and always breaking down and costing a fortune to maintain. He almost might have been persuaded to buy a Ford myserlf, but then again, you know what they say about Ford: FIX OR REPAIR DAILY. So I don't know. Maybe it is only the people who got stuck with a defective Ford who say that. I would have to think about that. And anyway, whatever was said about lemon laws at that time is probably out of date by now.  A completely different set of information and statistics would be required, but we do not have time for that now given that there is no job to require that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how some people had already listed me on their roster of villains even before I ever knew they existed, or maybe I was only vaguely aware of their existence later. How many times do I have to explain that I never took a puff or even touched the cigarette that was being passed around the girls' locker room. So why should I care about the cigarette butt that you left in your toilet? I have not the slightest clue what to say about that. Something is wrong with this picture. I am not going to knee-jerk perform some dramatic skit about that for your entertainment. Figure something out without bothering me about your life decisions.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what was all that twaddle about the title of Dorothy, and how just being a redhead is not enough to qualify to bear the moniker and/or title of Dorothy? That the redhead ruse of the movie was only a twist added by Hollywood to some other previous traditions about Dorothy? Thus, the redheads of the world should not be imagining themselves the heroine of the story. And also, Dorothy with her degree from SCC is boasting that she may have more influence than some Dorothy Barth, my Dad's cousin, long since deceased, who married an Italian man, and became the mother of the Italian branch of the family. That is a lot of stuff to ponder when I have other things on my mind. 

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Yes, judging from the wicked online mail I was receiving from Tony's hateful harem bimbo mother, one can only assume that Tony is a low-levl Arab dog. Judging from what Tony's mother said, I can easily picture her standing there draping in some black tarp. Enough of this nonsense about Tony. Goodbye! 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, something about food complaints, is that the only thing that you can find in Dorothy's dumpster? I have other things on my mind than communicating with Dorothy. Their approval never mattered that much to me, given that anyway they are not what she used to be. Goodbye! I am who I am, and they are collateral damage at most. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that it was maybe my third year of college in California, and there was a flood on the seventh floor of the girls' dorm, the washing machine overflowed somehow and there was water flowing down mostly to our half of the floor and there was maybe close to an inch of water in my room although I was not there at the time. I returned to my room to find Sue McGartland having already clean up most of the water, but she works for the maintenance department so that was her job anyway. So that was sort of inconvenient, because anyway she is an angry person anyway. I do not want to make her made at me, but she does get paid to work. 

Sue McGartland is a psychology major and her other job is at Fairview, the mental hospital nearby.  She was telling us some stories about the inmates over there.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that I have not done much research on the topic of the toilette, a hifalutin French word that is often tossed about even though it could perhaps easily be mistaken for the toilet by some of the tacky tasteless boors of Lee U. Or else for a hotel towelette. Either way, what would be the point?  

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.