Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that after we had lived in Mexico and Central America, there were maybe two occasions when we drove north to the United States and crossed the border, easily and hassle-free due to our being U.S. citizens with U.S. passports, and we were talking about what a good feeling it was to cross the border and see the sign "Welcome to the United States," and how everything seemed so much better after crossing into the U.S. homeland. A feeling of foreign struggle lifted.Traffic flowed more smoothly, there were suddenly more and better amenities along the road and there was no problem speaking English to everyone in stores and restaurants, and everything seemed cleaner and more modern. So that was how it felt to us to cross the border. 

But of course some people never left in the first place so maybe they cannot see it that way.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you have again failed to appreciate the high value of me, so the only way to fix the value would be to write me a check for a fixed amount of $1 million or more. Needless to say. I say that as if I could control what they do. As if. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really think that you and Stephanie certainly do excel in the art of writing fiction. So persuasive, you almost the impossible seem plausible. 

Which reminds me that I much enjoyed reading the novel Heidi, by Johanna Spyri, which is a book that I was reading at Grandma and Grandpa Calkins' house, because it was on the shelf in the back bedroom where I was sleeping at the time (maybe age 12). These are some of the things that we get from being the Calkins branch of the family, and not some other branch. Even so, the prospect of retreating to some mountain cottage to shepherd sheep for the rest of my life is not exactly what I had in mind for retirement plans. I enjoyed reading about that, but to actually go to Switzerland and have to pay such exorbitantly high prices for everything under the sun seems a step too extreme. I cannot imagine going there myself.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that someone online was angry with me for having paused to chat a few words with Gary Easley, a music student at our college. Oh, sorry about that! Doesn't he belong to some weird cult that does not really fit with our AG milieu? Oh, I forgot. I do not see why I would ever speak to Mr. Easley again ever in this lifetime after that warning.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, perhaps Miss Marken could explain why she prescribed some books for me to read in high school English class that were sort of a downer for me, but she might not be alive now to say anything further about that, so I am now free to live me life unfettered by Miss Marken's obscure designs. I played my little part at the time in reading the books that were recommended and there is nothing more to say about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember feeling sort of like a hostage during high school, because I was sort of vaguely aware that those Italians, including Kathy and Joan, were doing things over my head that I really could not get a handle on. I am being quizzed about things that I was not aware of at the time, so why are you not asking them about their little subplots about presidential elections and the Libby's Watergate maneuverings? I am sure that they could explain these matter much better than I could, given that they never told me anything. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit puzzling, why is the stupid Bush family always screaming in my ear. I would not know George from Adam and could not care less about those pompous arrogant snobs that Joan was raving about so naively during high school, who were nameless to me at the time, but these Italians are somewhat simple-minded. George who? Whoever that was. I could not care less about Joan's private conversations with Carmen that I might or might not have overheard. I just see no reason for me to be harassed and abused by Bushmen. What is wrong with those idiots? Yuk!