Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am barely acquainted with those Pesky Lester's Jets and not hugely impressed with her lousy recipe for inedible Hungarian goulash. Needless to say. Oh, what is that I am hearing in the background? Mindless chatterbox Marty, jaw flapping in the wind? A village plot? Squawk, squawk! Screech, screech!

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I always did find it hard to understand why those little Baptist girls, the Rieses and the Bels, always seemed to be worked up into an angry snit about nothing much. We all attended the same school but beyond that there are some other factors to be considered. The fishing was good there so everybody already knows that various sects are represented there, whether Baptist, Pentecostal, Open Bible, Plymouth Brethren, Foursquare, etc. etc., all involved in various fishing operations for those who are willing to take up their nets and follow. I see no need to explain that to some clueless Italian whiners of vinegary aspect. I do not recall any license of exclusivity granted to the Baptists, although they probably wish that it would always be that way, with themselves in full control of "it," whatever "it" may be.

Fishing is one thing, but we never claimed any knowledge or supervision of the reliquariums and antiquities of Europe. That sort of thing would seem to fall outside of the jurisdiction of a simple fishing license. Interesting. Everybody will want to read the book whenever it comes out. But who can do that? I just have no idea how that would work out. A Ph.D. in cuneiform and Near Eastern antiquities might put you closer to the action, but you obviously do not quite have the goods on that, especially if you think that I would be able to help with any clue in that respect. Where is Radu when you need him?

Which Reminds Me

I would only say to beware of those Reece's pieces. They are not always what they seem at first glance.

Which Reminds Me

What reasonable dialogue could I possibly have with this vulgar stupid Negrón witch? Go get a life, you hideous piece of trash.

Which Reminds Me

There will be no relief or comfort forthcoming from here for the nasty Negrón witch and the little brats who learned it wrong from the start. Figure it out for yourself if you can, but if you can't, at least know that the truth will set you free, or at least I am free. Speak for yourself if you can. But if you can't, sorry but I can't help you with that.

Which Reminds Me

When I was growing up, if my Dad ever mentioned having an Uncle Ben once or twice, I never thought much about it. Only many years later did my Dad's Uncle Ben once visit my parents in Florida with his second wife, although I was not there at the time and never met them. Only from research in the diaries of great-grandmother do I learn that he had lived in Northern California with his first wife and two children, Ben and Laurie, and also in South Carolina in the 1960s. Ben, the son, it would seem from the genealogical records, died at a relatively young age, but nothing else is known about him, at least not by me. I had not known that these people existed until doing my research, and even so, I have no idea what to say about them other than their names are listed there. It would seem sort of rude to comment about distant cousins of whose existence I am barely aware.

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Due to a biological accident involving various chemical components, I have recently learned that I am actually not eligible to serve in the position of inherited monarchy. So really, there is no need to make one feel so guilty about such an inadvertent and uncontrollable factor of biological inevitability. Needless to say.