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Speaking of Iran, shortly after we first moved to Miami we met the Perssons, a Swedish family who formerly lived in Iran. He was an airplane mechanic or pilot for the shah of Iran's airplanes but when the shah was deposed the Perssons also left the country, their job of working for the shah no longer existing and not being hired by the Ayatollah who took over after that. I do not know anything else about Iran. I have no clue about Persia. I am not a good person to ask about that.

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Yes, who knew that the Butterfields are actually Irish? They never mentioned their Irish edge to us. I had no idea.

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I am suddenly reminded of a book that I formerly owned, the autobiography of Madame Guyon, which was a gift to me from Susie Stewart. I am, generally speaking, a quiet person and Jeanne is an advocate of Quietism, a religious movement of nearly medieval origins, and my middle name is Jean so I would really be interested in reading this book which was given to me as some type of birthday present at maybe age 15. Such is the somewhat irrational logic of Susie. I do not recall getting past the first chapter of this somewhat dreary book. Sorry but this type of mysticism did not interest me. French religiosity is so utterly depressing. Is it any wonder that my ancestors escaped the stifling religious oppression of Europe by moving to America? Is it no wonder that I probably got rid of this book a long time ago. I would not want some bizarre French mystics rifling through my bookshelves. Even if Madame Guyon did have something of interest to say, I would not want it to be coming from the French. I did rather enjoy the English-language articles of Mrs. Baker, which I read recently. Interestingly, she often references Madame Guyon in her long since out-of-print newsletter, but Mrs. Baker, who lived in Rochester, N.Y., died in 1915 and I know of no other Pentecostal writer referencing such dreary dull French sources. Anyway, I am not aware of any connection between my family and the Rochester institution of which I was blissfully ignorant and unaware until recently. So just because this book was on my bookshelf in high school, that did not mean that I got very far into it.

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How many times do I have to repeat the story about the year (1988) that I had my taxes done at HR Block and blah blah blah, as if it was ever any of your business who did my taxes or how much I paid? It only matters that I did file my taxes as require by law that year and every other year. Beyond that there really is nothing else to say about that. Not that I have anything to hide, but I suspect that your name might be Craig angling for clients but if you are going to be poking at me behind my back that way then you are obviously no friend of mine and possibly never were. Obviously I am not going to pay Craig to do my taxes, especially not now.

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Yes, who could forget Linda telling the story of the baby that was born without a brain. It had a sucking reflex and that was about all, and yet it was still alive and breathing after birth, at least for a few days or weeks or months. She might as well have been describing herself, a mindless robot. People who go into nursing professions are not known to have much reading comprehension, at least not in my experience. Nurses are mechanical automatons for the most part even if their salaries are high because nobody else wants to do that.

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You were obviously running alongside McCain so you cannot now come back and pretend to be Barry Goldwater's enemy, as if you were even politically aware of Lyndon Johnson's candidacy at the time. Everybody wants to be on the winning side after the winner's name is clear. Interesting how Barry's failure leaves all these drowning rats pretending they never knew him when they always were Goldwater fans from the get-go, until things changed. Things always change.

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Come to think of it, I think I did overhear the name of Pinkerton bantered around but I never really understood what that was about. No one ever took the time to explain it to me. After all, I am not Italian so I probably wouldn't really understand.