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Truly, you do give me too much credit for omniscience and manipulation of data. I really did not know that my Dad had an uncle named Sam, much less anything any relatives living in the Bay Area. I only knew of my mother's side of the family who lived in Northern California. Needless to say, Cori has been fired from any connection to me. I will not be accepting any more camping invitations from those dreary people. I can never know what garbage they are trying to attach to me behind my back unbeknownst to me so obviously it would be dangerous for me to be associated with them. At least I know that now, even if I did not know it then. Hmmm. I could say something similar about those nasty Southern Coneheads, especially that trashy cheater Irene, so rich and yet so pathetically stupid. Obviously, the trashy Boyds ought to be fired from office because they only got where they are by cheating with stupid Conehead Irene, not because they ever learned to speak proper Spanish.

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One book that I did read during high school was the novel by Taylor Caldwell, "The Glorious Physician," which attempts to novelize the story of Luke, the physician who wrote two books of the New Testament as letters to his friend Theophilus. The book attempts to work in a lot of historical information about ancient civilization during the Roman Empire but the author's modernist outlook gives short shrift to the gospel story . After all, don't we all know that ancient Roman civilization was horribly wicked, the Roman people brutal and cruel? So why give so much attention to the Romans? Obviously we wouldn't want to go back to that. The whole point of Christianity was to transform the society from the inside out, by the renewing of minds, one person at a time, and not to allow ourselves to be molded by society. We are not to be conformed to this world, a form that is fading and will soon pass away.

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All of these things do make me wonder now what was contained in the book written by Helen Calkins that was never published, perhaps describing her childhood in India. I don't know how you expect me to comment on a person of whose existence I was not aware until quite recently. I just have no idea what that would be about.

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One book that I did read during high school was "The Diary of Anne Frank," which had been recommended or mentioned by someone. So she falls in love with the only male available to her at the time, which does not show much discretion, you were saying. You were telling me that the lack of morality displayed in her writings proves that she deserved to be thrown into the ovens to die, unlike the chaste and self-sacrificing Corrie Ten Boom. Hmmm.... For one thing, just reading this book does not make me Jewish and also does not mean that I would share in the deeds of indiscretion described verbally in the book. Also, are you trying to say that many trashy sluts are surviving because they did not verbalize or express their misdeeds in writing so as not to get caught? Or that the authors of all trashy books ever written are automatically caught and thus killed? Or that that was the reason she died? Or that persons innocent and unaware of the misdeeds of others did not also perish in the ovens? The rain falls alike on the just and the unjust, as the saying goes. Sometimes it is just the system. Sometimes the system gets broken. That is a deep question for shallow minds such as mine. I really wouldn't know.

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At my first job after college, at Vida Publishers, one day someone called and asked for one of my bosses, Harold Mintle, and I told the person that he was "out to lunch" at the time. My supervisor, Carol Long overheard me saying that, laughingly scolded me about that, saying that such a thing might be interpreted as that I was telling someone that Harold Mintle is crazy. Oh, I hadn't thought of it that way. I was just thinking that he was out of the office, having gone to lunch. But yes, I suppose that some snarky person could make hay with that. So I should probably not say this and not say that. And I suppose that the list would be endless of things that I should not say if I have to worry about what some snarky person might do with that.

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Gail Lee and myself were amongst a group of people involved in a canoe trip down the rapids of the Kings River which is located in the Sierra Mountains of California. That was organized by Cori. Oh, was that supposed to mean something? I really wouldn't know. I hadn't thought of that. I wasn't on the organizing end of things. I always thought that Gail was such a babyish person, so obviously you are describing Gail, not the brilliance of me. Perhaps Gail's babyish traits are a family problem. I really wouldn't know anything about the Lee family's personal problems. Just one miscellaneous photo from the family box is not going to trigger much of a memory in me. Maybe someone else in the family would remember something. That is scary to think that these unknown Asian people are attacking in the deeps, unbeknownst to us. I already have enough problems without all of their garbage. So whatever.

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I seem to recall that Gail Lee also lived down the hall from me that first year. I think that she was rooming with Lisa and that Theresa lived next door to her. Or something like that. I also don't remember very much about Gail Lee. She was a rather sullen person who lived in some other La-La land and also disappeared after the first year although she did make an appearance during a certain camping trip that was organized by Cori. Our notes on reality don't seem to compare at all. No one ever mentioned whether she had a cousin named Jennifer or whether either of them have any connection whatever to the mysterious "Lee" photo in the family connection, an unknown Asian person. I really wouldn't know anything about that or them.