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And why is it that the Robertsons are pretending to know our California relatives when actually they have never been there and have no real connection to us? In high school I had a dog named Dee-Dee but we gave her away before we left and I really don't remember what happened to her. I imagine that our dog Dee-Dee is long since dead so there really is no connection there.

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In doing our genealogical research, it was interesting to learn that the Davenports might actually be our long-lost cousins somehow removed from the Calkins line, tracing back to the 19th century, although am I really not sure how that could possibly be connected to us. I really never thought that we were ever related to the Davenports but then again there is this mysterious and secretive campaign to discredit the Calkins for no particular reason that we can actually see. It is always attributable to someone else somehow. And why should we care about unknown events and unknown persons of the 19th century when actually this has no bearing on our case? Honduras translates easily to El Salvador, but then again there are all those bullet holes in the picture. I am really not sure what that could mean.

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Yes, how well I remember Barbara Wilder in sixth grade talking about herself being flatfooted in addition to wearing a size D shoe. As for myself, I could never hope to fill the shoes of this D-feeted Barbara, who as I recall had long red hair, a lighter red than my auburnish. There were three of us redheads in sixth grade at the MK school: Barbara, Sammy, and me. But the fourth sixth grader, and there were four of us in sixth grade that year, was brownish haired Dawn. The Davenports were away on furlough that year so blonde Cheryl was out of the country. So anyway, you will never succeed in this effort of D-feeting me, you pompous old windbag, always so full of hot air. My feet were never that wide. So yours are quite the bizarre gymnastic contortions, perhaps a failed effort to pretend that Dawn Saword was ever somehow Pentecostal when actually the Sawords were quite the reverse, quite anti-Pentecostal. Just because we all attended the same school, that does not mean that we ever agreed on certain points of doctrinal purity. The Sawords actually belonged to a tiny exclusivist cult that is extremely legalistic and severe. The Sawords taught that women should never cut their hair and girls never wear pants or wear makeup of any kind, etc. etc., because they interpret certain Bible verses very literally. So we respected their right to live as they chose but as for me, I could not live under that sort legalism. I did wear pants even though a girl because, anyway, it was the 20th century and we interpret that in a different way. (Barbara Wilder and her brother, 8th grader Jeff, were Central American Mission, which is sort of like Baptist, not Pentecostal.) So just because these people were with us in school, that does not mean that they are of us. Just because in college I remember one roommate talked about attending the Crystal Cathedral, also attended by her then-boyfriend, also a college classmate, that does not mean that I ever attended any Dutch Reformed Church ever in my lifetime, only one time and only because the college choir sang there one Sunday morning. Otherwise, I have no connection whatever to the Dutch Reformed thing. Perhaps Professor Elliott, a music teacher at our college, attended there regularly, given that his son Chris was into organ music, and our churches cannot offer much in the way of organ music to speak of. But otherwise I have really no idea why these Dutch Reformed busybodies would imagine themselves connected to us. They might be Christians but they are certainly not Pentecostals. Not that we would not them to become Pentecostals later if so inclined but they have not been properly trained so they obviously have no clue what they are talking about. They are not very good listeners.

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Yes, I vaguely remember meeting someone named Gay while I was there but I don't really remember very much about her, just that her name was Gay, so I suppose a name like that could be somewhat inconvenient in modern times. The word formerly meant something else but not so much now. Anyway, I don't speak Gaylick either so I am at somewhat of a loss for words as to what this relates to Kelly. I really have nothing to add to whatever someone else probably said about that.

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When I was studying journalism one of our teachers was Dr. Kelly. I really did not know them very well and remember very little, just that his wife is a Filipina whose name I do not recall. So I remember that Dr. Kelly was a rather cranky person known for having a bad temper and launching into some episodes of temper display, which probably has something to do with his Irish heritage, but which was not very helpful in career situations, or so I heard. I really don't know the details of that, only some hearsay. Nobody really wants to ask or to hear more of that. It imagine that it is another sad story but it would be sort embarrassing for the Kelly family. So I imagine that all of the Kelly family are prone to such temper tantrums, which is why I would not be interested in hearing from his shrill nasty broadcasting cousins. I really don't care that much. I don't even know those people so why are they shrieking at me?

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Anyway, I  wonder what makes all these horrible Irish Catholics think that I would want to be 'in' with them? I'm not Irish. I'm not Catholic. I'm really not interested in discussing anything at all with them so obviously they are wasting their time with all of this taunting of me. I am just never going to go there.

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During my senior year in high school I was chosen as a soloist for the musical prepared by the girls' choir. Ok, so I was the bad guy, but it was the largest role with two solos so that seemed somewhat amazing to me that I would be doing a starring role of sorts. Someone was saying that Kathy, our choir director's daughter, had expressed her jealousy of me and my being chosen by her own mother for a starring role in the musical. How rude of me to exist and thus by my existence thus to interfere with Kathy's relationship with her mother. Anyway, haughty arrogant shrill Italian hag Kathy was never in the choir because she was too busy schmoozing with snooty rich girls to give me the time of day so why should I care? So I am thinking someone was saying  that her mother told her that her schmoozy work would be rewarded later with a rich husband upon her return to the U.S. whereas I would be thrown in the garbage by them later because I don't really fit in very well with these snooty arrogant nasties. My existence is problematic for their Italian scheme. I am too white, too square, etc. etc. So now you are asking me why do I not feel sorry for Kathy's hurt feelings at not being chosen to star in a musical and I am saying that it is hard for me to conjure much sympathy for a nasty Italian rich bitch who was always so nasty to me during high school, meaning Kathy. I could say pretty much the same thing about pathetically stupid Dummies-class Kelly Elliott. Someone really ought to zip Kelly's mouth permanently shut because she obviously has no clue what she is talking about.