Which Reminds Me

Yes, during college, my friend was doing a teacher job at a school nearby, and invited me to go along with her to see what that was like, so I did go along one day, and it was weird because one of the students asked me if I was a new student. Ok, so I look young, but not really that young. I don't know why I don't remember anything else about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, maybe you could explain why this nasty Italian broomstick imagines that I have no standards? This is not a conversation that I remember having with you.

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, perhaps some persons in the room deserved to be blacklisted, I really wouldn't know. We were all packed into a room and shown a movie, and there was some racy things in that movie that I had not noticed  or remembered noticing the previous time that I had seen that movie, which was 2-3 years earlier in the lobby of the college dorm, when it was shown to a large crowd of people there. Yes, as I was saying to someone, perhaps I did blink because I had not remembered that part of it. Apparently they were castigating the person who had originally chosen the movie and foisted it upon us, who knows what they did  to him, and perhaps we were the clueless non-leadership who had not made a stink about it, unlike the leadership who had. Of course. Apparently one has to make a stink about every thing that comes along to be considered for leadership, and not to be mistaken for the mindless cattle as pictured.

This definition of leadership creates a hurdle difficult to attain. If I were to make a stink about every thing that comes along, I would never hear the end of it. And If I do not make a stink about every thing that comes along, I would never hear the end of it. Thus, either way, just making a stink about every little thing that comes along would not achieve much. The better solution would be not to accept any of these spurious invitations, but which ones? How would I know what they were plotting? They never tell me anything.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, someone was saying something about Rusty's birthday party. Many people were invited, we walked over there across the street and our face was recorded in a photograph. Later, someone was saying that the photo was placed on some sort of blacklist of persons who are not welcome or permitted in future to socialize with Sharon Baldwin. We were all framed. Ok, fine, whatever. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was also hearing a surprisingly large amount of noise from Baca, a person who did not get any great prize from marriage to whoever that was, I could not understand who that was. There is way too much loud noise from North California, given that so distantly are we related to them it is almost not worth mentioning their existence, and might even be beneficial for them to be forgotten by us, given that no one remembered to mention their existence until much too late for us to do anything about that anyway. If they are not going to confess what they really did, how can we "help" them with that?

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, I always thought Miss Marken was a good teacher of English as far as that goes and I also took her psychology class. However, she might have had some other activities behind the scenes on which I have no comment, not having been aware of that other stuff.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, who can forget the Iran hostage crisis that was raging during the final year of President Carter's term in office? Then interestingly the hostages were released almost simultaneous to President Reagan taking office. Amazing, how did President Reagan arrange all of that when he had not yet taken office? We never hear much about what really happened. 

However, coincidentally, it was perhaps only mere coincidence that apparently there were some students in our high school who were exiled Persians or Iranians or something of that naturel, not that I would know anything about that. I wasn't paying that much attention to such matters. The student body was very diverse, actually. 

Later all these strange widgets began appearing, in which our high school classmate James is prominently featured, even though in high school we were not really so well acquainted that I would be able to think of something to say about him. Only after high school do we look in the senior yearbook and notice the name of "Wilson" attached to his name, which probably means that his mother was a Wilson, Wilson being a very common name. But interestingly I do remember the Dr. Everett Wilson family from Santa Cruz living in El Salvador years earlier, while he was writing his treatise on the history of El Salvador, when I was in maybe fifth grade, they had two daughters, but I do not remember them ever mentioning to us their having another relative of also living there at the time. Also there were some Wilsons at our college who are known to be all related to each other and to the Everett Wilson family. But what would I know about that? Nothing actually. I see no need of these artificial widgets devised by the Wilsons as a distraction to shift the focus off of themselves and how they relate to their cousin from Persia.. In fact, come to think of it, I have not much connection at all to the Wilsons. The more time goes by, the less I can emember about the Wilsons.