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Yes, I do remember overhearing Grandpa Calkins lamenting the loss of the gold standard as it was supposedly used to establish the value of the dollar in ancient times sort of. (He was born in maybe 1906?) Yes, I suppose that may be one of the few things that one or another uncle also remembers hearing him say, at least that if nothing else. Also looks like someone has been busy making really obnoxious jokes about how I am not the gold standard to which the currency is affixed and thus I am not convertible to gold bars upon demand. Ok, fine. Whatever. The monetary system is very complicated after all and I was never the smart aleck who claimed to know it all. This is why we have the motto on our coins, "In God We Trust," because, anyway, without God in the mix there is just nothing. But as long as we trust in God, we know the economy will continue to function more or less, the sun and moon will continue to rotate around the earth, the seasons will come and go as usual. So we really don't need to worry about that. We really don't need to write silly poems expressing this point when we already trust in God, never mind about other some confused people who don't quite get it.

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Well, excuse if I fail to see why I should apologize for overhearing someone else's political jokes that were made actually by my dear father or grandfather at the expense of your politically failed murderous father. So? Isn't there something called freedom of speech which, if suppressed, would allow your stupid father to trample my dear father or grandfather underfoot without legal shelter from your immense power and fortune. This is why I am being staged to come out swinging at the Kennedy riff-raff because, really, who cares about their political future? There must have been some reason why the Kennedys were so loathed by our Republican family. Anyway, just like everybody else, I only care about my own humble opinions and the publication and broadcast-ability in the privacy of my own home of my own personal opinions, whether informed or not, and if you have a problem with that, well, tough luck, you will not be invited back here. Nobody wants to be beholden to the dirty-tricks Kennedy clan on that basis. If I have a choice I will throw the Kennedys to the garbage can because I am not a clone of Mary Jo Kammerer, although it is not always up to me. Time and chance happen to all.

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With all this snarky chatter going on in the background, makes me wonder who asked Monica? Monica was there through 10th grade but so what? What do you remember about Monica? Monica may think that moving to the U.S. puts her on the edge of arts and culture as compared to other countries, but we all know that Monica was really a clueless nobody in high school. Just chirping about arts and culture does not mean that you know what you are talking about.

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As for boots, I did notice that someone was wearing boots but I never mentioned that. Maybe someone else said something. I really don't remember anything specific about the boots so that clue does not register anything here. I had a pair of boots in college but I rarely if ever wore them because I felt clutzy wearing them and also wanting to avoid some unknown fashion faux pas that I might not be aware of.

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Makes me wonder who really said in real life because I only that it wasn't me.

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I really should not respond to that. It would be very dangerous for me to actually express the things that you are fishing for. I would only be speculating if I were to guessingly suggest that I got the impression that someone threw someone out with the college fags. Somehow I heard about that later, even though I was not personally involved in that, but I am not a person who ever kept in close touch with them. Didn't I hear Linda Harrington and Jill Anderson explaining in great detail something about that Sharon? Why all this constant yapping about Sharon? Why would any self-respecting woman such as myself want so socialize with that hideous fairy fag? I am not interested in getting myself ferried to the worthless fag-lands of Ronnie Ricardo. I am only interested in protecting myself from any further contact with the fairy-fag club. Don't you have any idea that I never socialized with them? But far be it from me to intrude on the ferry-fag relationship of Jill and Linda, although they are now married to other people.

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In my high school class in my humble opinion there was no dully dangerous bimbo than Kelly. However, there was no one named Jessie that I can recall. Jessie who? I don't think that I know anyone named Jessie. Perhaps you are talking about someone else's high school experience.