Yes, I vaguely remember that pagans are often very much attached to their clutter of bric-a-brac. Far be it from me to interfere with such personal attachments, whatever the context might have been. I really have no idea what happened.
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
Which Reminds Me
Yes, it does boggle the mind to ponder how, when you are following me around so closely while juggling all of those knives and guns, how do you avoid once in a while tripping and shooting yourself using that. Because the people you are afraid I might kill, I probably am not even thinking about them at all. They just don't register very highly on the horizon from where I am.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I am reminded that one of the striking differences between our Protestant churches and those of the Catholics, is the lack of statuary in the former, and the overabundance of this type of decor in the latter. Our friends from church, Conchi and Toño, shortly before we left the country, took us for a drive one Saturday and it turned out that they wanted to show us some of these Catholic shrines, so certainly I can say that I saw that with my own eyes. I am really on interested in repeating this conversation. Enough said about that.
Monday, June 22, 2020
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I vaguely remember that you had a roundabout way of telling me that you fought with the Fascist army of Mussolini against the United States during World War II. Does that make you something special? And then you have the nerve to make some ridiculous digs about my U.S. citizenship, as if I should have to compete somehow with your military record of whatever nature. I don't quite see what your point might be in that regards. My parents were to young to fight in WWII.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, even so, I cannot imagine there being anything of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with Carmen Calabria. Needless to say.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, it is mystifying to ponder why you think that I should care about the irrelevant ponderations of Carmen Calabria. I wasn't paying that much attention to those arrogant haughty snobs that I should be bothered letter to try to vomit whatever that meant. High school is long since over now and they are not invited to my life after high school. Goodbye!
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I vaguely remember something that happened when I was four years old, but it didn't mean that much to me. Needless to say.
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