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We have recently learned of the existence of Lois J. Roberts. She might even be Lois Johnson Roberts although the evidence conflicts. Lois is an officially registered historian specializing in the events of Ecuadoran history. She has written entire books on the subject of Lebanese immigrants living in Ecuador. I, on the other hand, have never set foot in Ecuador, neither am I of Middle Eastern extraction, nor am I interested in those people, so obviously Lois knows absolutely nothing about me regardless of her status as registered historian of Ecuadoran Lebanese. Doctors are so specialized, as we are seeing, that they know only the a narrow scope of study to which they have devoted their entire lives, seeing nothing else beyond their books.

Interestingly, we also learned in our studies that Fred Hibbert divorced Renell Barth and married Lenore Johnson. Johnson's birth certificate records her mother's name as Johnson so we have no clue as to Lenore's father's identity, not that it matters to us about this meaningless Johnson & Johnson clue.

We suspect that someone is now begging the question of whether Lois J. Roberts could actually be Lenore's mother but we had not been aware of the existence of either of these people, so out of touch are we with the worthless idiot children of Samuel Barth, my Dad's uncle who lived way up north in San Jose and whom I never met or even heard of until recently.

We really do not care about who Lenore Johnson is, not having been aware of her existence which has no bearing on my existence. There is just no family connection to speak of there. We could not care less about the Hibbert family as they have never done us any favors and go around conspiring behind our backs as if they were related to us when actually it seems that someone dropped them off a cliff and forgot about them or something. I really don't understand nor do I care to know anything else about them. Many people have problems and manage their own affairs without destroying everybody else's happiness in the process so I really don't understand why the Hibberts and Scotts cannot do the same and manage their own lives without poking their noses into places where they don't belong. I learned that lesson every young but apparently they never learned their lesson. I could say something similar about the Hiatts. Someone really ought to fence those people in because they really are not that special to us. There is only one thing that unites us, a common thread of history, but I really don't remember anything about that so I will not be of much use to them in their history book writing in which I am not interested in participating. Leave me out of it.

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I should be telling you to ask Dorothy, who obviously knows all about these things. I certainly don't know anything about it.

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Once upon a time many years ago Danny Mercado and the Kirsten's son, what's-his-name, were in town visiting their missionary parents. Susie arranged with Mrs. Kirsten I think for a double date. It was Susie and I out with Danny and What's-His-Name. We went bowling or something. Later we went to the Mercados' house for a few minutes of chat. That was about all there was to that. We might have done that once or twice. Later Susie said that the Mercados were upset with me for not arranging further outings with Danny. I was a little irritated by that third-party interference from Susie as I was really not interested in spending more time with Danny. If a guy has to ask his parents to ask Susie to ask me to call him then obviously the chemistry just is not working there. So there were no further get-togethers with Danny and What's-His-Name.

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We have not yet asked whether the Waldemar Mercados of Houston are somehow related to the Ben Mercado who was a translator of Christian books, stationed in Miami for many years, married to Marian of South Dakota, presumably from Argentina originally, at least that is what we had thought. Ben Mercado's only son was Danny, a church organist in Chicago, gay some have said. We really don't know whether Danny is related to the Hiatt family. No one has ever offered any information on this point, nor are we ever in contact with the Mercados so we really don't know anything about that. Ben and Marian were not related to us and they are both dead now so Danny is alone in the world as far as we can tell.

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My parents always warned me not to marry a Spanish man and I did not. However, I may have made the mistake of explaining my parents' rules to other persons who have no respect for my parents' wisdom in such a thing. Also, it is apparent that some of our distant cousins apparently did not get the memo. We are not a Spanish family and we are not interested in surrendering to the Spanish Armada. You cannot just show up at our house and steal all of our stuff without getting blown away by naval forces. You have to go through the proper channels. Of course, if you had a family member on your team you might try to get your hands on the proverbial locked box, if there really were such a thing, and then again maybe not. We do feel a certain degree of pity for the pathetically stupid cousins, stuck as they are permanently in PR territory. However, they are not us. We are not obligated to remedy their personal mistakes by charitable donation when obviously they are already getting welfare assistance from the government anyway. God will take care of them.

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Someone was ranting on the Three Musketeers theme: "One for all, All for One." Yes, I have heard that saying. Uh, no, I never did read that book so I really cannot share your enthusiasm for the philosophical depths of Alexandre Dumas and his theme of united defense of the French monarchy. Yes, I did see the movie, a movie, I don't remember which one but probably not the one that was in theaters during high school. There are several versions. I do think that I saw one or more versions on television. No, I did not watch Ninja turtles, only heard some related babble on the theme of the Three Musketeers. Musketeers presumably has something to do with persons shooting with ancient muskets used in the 18th century, whether for hunting or military purposes and nothing to do with mice or turtles. There are three musketeers plus a fourth person, their friend D'Artagnan, in the novel that I never actually read. Ok, whatever. Yes, anything can sound good in fiction but reality is more complicated than that. The pablum of fiction is often used to manipulate public opinion but truth is something else.

I do recall that one time when Mona Balius was here visiting I turned on the TV and the Three Musketeers was on and we watched for a while and Mona was horrified. It is better not to watch TV with these old-timers from Mississippi present. They are often horrified by everything. Perhaps they read more into it than I do. Also, maybe the movie was worse than I had realized it was going to be. The historical costumes always look so interesting but the characters are so unreal. Really, one cannot expect anything good to come out of a movie about filthy French decadents so I should have known better than to even turn on the television. There is just never anything to watch.

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