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Yes, I vaguely remember that my sister spent a week or so in Paraguay, on a trip that was organized by Tim Triplett. At that time she was dating Gary Collins, but that did not last very long at all. He soon married someone else, and then later we heard that they had divorced and who knows what else happened to him after that. We are not keeping track of those people. My sister would probably remember more about that than I would. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my aunt made some comment about the "Brown" report and how they have everything, which did not mean that much to me. And then there was all that chatter about Brown University, so that could be another possible source for the "Brown" report, but you would have to ask my aunt what she meant by that. I doubt that she would have been referring to my miserable high school experience. Nobody cares about to hear about that. 

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Yes, there you are, now we see you hobnobbing with the murderous thugs of Texas, but we are trying to NOT think about that. Why dredge up those people from the past so that they can abuse us all over again? Such a horrible idea. 

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Yes, did I forget to mention, I might have forgotten to mention that Harvey Reeves Calkins (1866-1941) is my fourth cousin 4X removed, and that makes his daughter Helen by fifth cousin 3x removed. Also, Harvey's older sister Carrie (1861-1927) married William George Ford (1854-1938) and they had about seven children, none of whom invented the automobile, so there is really no reason  that I can see for all of these car and/or Ford jokes. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing Blondie talk about how she wants to retain her dominant position in society by playing rhe role of Plantation Mama, which I suppose could continue to work for a while yet under certain conditions, theoretically and/or stereotypically speaking. However, those conditions do not belong to me. The last thing I would need would be a pack of Plantation Mamas screaming orders at me, I would rather commit suicide. Yuk. And also, as the percentages shift, it will become less and less easy to hold on that, and we will have to cede that role to Blondie, unfortunately, and focus our energies on packing to leave and training the replacements, which is to say, evacuate the planet. Obviously.  

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Yes, I do think that I need to get over the notion that talking to a counselor again is going to solve this problem. Two years of Prozac later and I was probably in even worse shape with my emotions sort of disconnecting from my brain. No more Prozac, thanks anyway. And where would I find a counselor well versed in Spanish literature? So what if you can speak a dozen or so words in Portuguese? Life is very simple and uncomplicated in Portuguese, but then you can only miss the point, so why bother talking to you? You are nothing in Portuguese. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, oh, Sorry! I am suddenly reminded that when I was eight years old, the year that we were living in Mexico, there was a time when Judy Thomson and her older sister Debbie were at our house, and we, my sister and I, were playing the board game Sorry, and I lost, and I had a temper tantrum, and I threw a yellow game piece on the floor and it broke, and so forever after there was always a broken game piece in our Sorry set. Sorry about that. I do not remember whether I apologized in the correct way at the time. Possibly not. I forget. And then later I forget, but of course the broken Sorry piece is always there to remind me of my bad attitude and how I must not do that again. And if I pray the sinner's prayer, why is it that the yellow game piece is always going to be broken anyway? Why would I think that nothing happened? Weird how I never hear the end of that.