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Yes, I vaguely remember that some girls on maybe the fifth floor asked me to accompany their act, which was basically a gang of girls singing "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair," which is a song from the musical "South Pacific." So it was just whatever they wanted to do. My opinion was not solicited nor would I care to offer any commentary in such a context. I forget, was Rusty president of that Guild that year? I forget the details of that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college that some persons created a student organization, the Musician's Guild, whose main job was to organize the annual student talent show, and for the second year of that, Karen was elected the president of the Guild, so whatever crazy act is staged by the students is ultimately her responsibility, not my problem. The Buck should stop at Karen's desk, not my problem. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, how interesting to note that Rosanna Barth (died 1903), the sister of my great-great-grandfather, was married to Henry Shotte (died 1897), and they had eight children: three sons and five daughters. These facts at least may be gleaned from the public record of genealogical research. Beyond that I have no idea who these people are. To me they are simply a list of names and dates on tombstones probably. We never had much contact with Ohio.

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Yes, I would imagine that I would have told you that I am really not Irish, but you were not listening to me anyway. Those wishing to play Irish ping-pong should look for some other match, not me. But it is difficult to account for how people have varying perceptions based on the stereotypical pictures of their storybook minds. 

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Yes, when it comes to name jokes, I am completely able to sympathize with the Shott dogs of Ohio, if there be any so dubbed, although the picture from over here, of their mere existence, is not at all clear.

Just because my name sounds like candy, the most seemingly sane and mentally healthy persons will say to me, "Are you sweet? Can I eat you?" as if that were funny, to say the most cruel and cannibalistic thing, especially when I was a small child, in a laughing tone, as if that were a joke. And I suppose that I could verbalize my thought on that subject, but such jokesters really do not deserve so much expenditure of emotional energy on my part. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, I did like that song, "The Way We Were," in which it is stated that things seemed more simple back then, and sung by Barbra Streisand, it really sticks in your mind how she sang it, not really how I sang it, or would have sung it if I had gone that far. However, I am nothing like the character in the movie, seen outside on the sidewalk carrying picket signs. No, I never do that. I just do not fit the stereotypical B-B role that you are trying to squeeze me into. That was not me. 

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Yes, how interesting is that! My great-great-grandfather William Barth's sister Rosanna (died 1903) was married to Henry Schotte (died 1907), whereas your mother's maiden name was Schacht. Wow! And how is that a connection? I am not quite seeing your point, not really a top-of-mind subject for discussion. And how would you have even noticed that?