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Ok, so we see that you are more interested in playing party games with the dreary bores of West Virginia, all of whom are owned by the Rocky Democrats, rather than actually having a sensible point or question to speak of. Thus, there is no reason for me to return serve that, just because you cannot get a clue to go away and stop harassing me. When the time comes to sell or whatever I have to do to be rid of them, don't be standing there waiting for nothing which is to say something that you are not due. Give to Caesar what is Caesar's and then go get a life.

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I have often heard about the many volcanoes in the lands surrounding the Pacific Ocean, which is why that is called the Pacific Ring of Fire or something similar. Even so, I do not see what that has to do with Johnny Cash, besides which I live on the Atlantic coast now so volcanoes are not really the issue here to speak of.

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Yes, and you were also saying something about that Disney movie, "The Sorcerer's Apprentice," in which the magical broomsticks keep coming with their buckets of water to flood the basement with water, while Mickey fumbles around in the Magic Book trying to find the spell required to be cast in order to stop that. Yes, similarly, how do I turn off the "Cash" machine, of which I could not care less and do not know one thing about and hopefully find my paycheck at the end of the rainbow? I only vaguely remember that my relatives' idea of fine dining is the Chuck Wagon restaurant, which I also don't mind in terms of good food.

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What is all this chatter about Cash and country? I was never a fan of Johnny Cash although I cannot speak for some distant relatives. To each his own.

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During my years in El Salvador, I twice hiked the Boquerón volcano which overlooks the capital city, the first time with a group of people with Campus Crusade. At the top of the crater, during some time we were walking around and some persons were talking about how the crater back in the 1800s was a lake because it was full of water and some wealthy families had vacation homes there, where the weather is very nice with very cool temperatures compared to the valley below. As we were walking around, someone pointed out one of such houses and was saying or implying that we cannot go inside to see the old photographs of the lake because we have no access, no key. Ok, fine. I had not asked for that anyway. That was an interesting afternoon walking around the grounds of the crater rim and, really, I have nothing to add to that. I think that it is a really nice place to enjoy an afternoon. I enjoyed the hiking and there are berries growing wild in that area which if picked and taken home make very good pies or cobblers.

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Yes, all of which makes me wonder what happened to that creepy little weasel Tom Wagner from high school. He once said hello to me at the swimming pool where we were taking swimming lessons on Boulevard Roosevelt and that is the sum total of interaction I ever had with Tom, so you can easily imagine that I am not I am probably not thinking about him and not expecting anything particularly good to come out of that corner of the classroom. It is very hard to converse with these persons whose vocabulary is limited to mostly words that start with F— or else nothing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that after we had climbed to the top of the volcano, the Boqueron, some people decided to hike to the bottom of the crater, which meant maybe a half hour down and a couple of hours to climb back out, and my friend Carol challenged me to race her to the bottom, but I declined to participate in that, in case you did not hear that, because somehow I thought that might create more problems for me than it would be worth, so I just waited at the rim of the crater with the others who did not do that, waiting for the crater people to return from their race to the bottom.