Which Reminds Me

Yes, one day while working on the high school newspaper, Kathy hit me on the stomach and made some comment about the fact that my stomach is not perfectly flat. Never was, even when I weighed only about 120 pounds. But of course it is easy for you to overwrought athletes to boast of your perfect bodies. We see you out there doing extra-curricular exercises. Enough said about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that she was talking about how you are going to grind me down to the level of underground mafia trash, which was quite alarming. And should I cooperate with that? Should I just lay down and let them drive a MAC truck over my back? That makes it exceedingly difficult for me to ever succeed anyway, so the path of less resistance would be one option to consider.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how nice and how convenient for them, to have inherited Burrell's vast fortune and also to have the entire machinery of the United States at your disposal to defend your right to enjoy your immense wealth however you want in whatever ways you want. Who wouldn't want to be on that side of the picture? Sure, I too would like to have some money to spend. Wouldn't that be nice. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that during study hall, in high school, I should make the most of my time to get some homework done, which could mean one less book to carry home on the bus for that night's session of homework. Isn't that why it is called "study hall"? But of course some people have other ideas about study hall, Kathy and her cliquey friends will probably be sitting over there chattering and painting their fingernails and whatever they want to do. Needless to say. Isn't that how study hall works in high schools everywhere?

Sometimes, inexplicably, they poke at me in a hostile way, and so whatever, that is how cliquey girls generally are. Kathy works for the CIA so obviously her job is to train those girls to be the type of party people that she wants them to be. I really do not remember much about that. I see no reason for myself to antagonize the CIA. I would not be able to win that game. 

Is my middle name Winslow? No, obviously not.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, once again I find myself explaining that I never met the persons who lived in the house on the other side of the mission house. Once again I find myself explaining that it was the Stewarts who had befriended them and were given a tour of their chocolate factory. I never knew much more about them than whatever the Stewarts said about them, which was not much. So it was a bit surprising later to be hearing a sad story about them, as if I should be keeping track of these people I never met. I should refer you to Susie or Sammy, because I only know what I heard from them, only third-hand.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, well, what are you anyway, the Acajutla special? They tried to build a port at a place where geology was not cooperative with the idea of ship traffic, and after all that useless trivia, the truth appears evident that they were only wasting the engineers' time. Nobody really wanted the port there anyway. So why do the failed port builders get to walk away with the money, when they did not deliver any port? I really do not pretend to understand the logic of what that was all about, although I did finally see the paperwork on that a few years ago.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, about five or so minutes after the movie started, I got up and left. Oh, was there someone sitting behind me that I should have recognized? During the first five minutes already I was starting to feel as if I were back in high school listening to those guys saying "F-F-F"! But I was not in high school now so I do not have to sit there and listen to that anymore. I can just turn that off. How did I confusedly wander into that place in the first place, you might be wondering.

Which reminds me also, that might have been the very theater, although I am not sure, where during college I was invited and went with a group of girls to see the movie "Ice Castles." So that was that.