Which Reminds Me

That is scary to think that some unknown persons of no interest to me are sitting up there in the attic waiting for me to come and get them, as if I should care about the Talking Heads, or even be aware of them. You are way out of my sphere of interests. I never had any desire to dialogue with the nattering nabobs of negativity, as you yourself described it. So obviously I am just going to drop the Wilson racket and leave those tennis geeks floundering in their courts of 0-Love return service. Tennis was never that important to me.

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One day when I was 12 living in Modesto, Calif., when my grandmother came home from the grocery store, her purchases included a bag of chips. The wording on the package said "Pork Rinds" but strangely they just tasted like sort of like potato chips to me. I offered the bag to my cousin David who took one and ate it, then looked at the bag to see what this new flavor of chip was. Upon reading the words "Pork Rinds" David went into an apoplectic fit, accusing me of tricking him or trying to poison him. Don't I know what "pork rinds" means? Oh, yes, I suppose that could actually mean pig skins, literally. What a strange wording to put on a package. Could that be true? But why would anyone, even my own grandmother bring home pork rinds from the grocery store? And why is David so severe in his accusations against me? It is not like we were ever Jewish. Didn't we all enjoy the way grandmother perfectly slow-cooked the ham for holiday dinner? So let's just temper Cousin David's emotional overkill with a dose of reality.

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After I saw Anna Eber's name on a piece of paper, I did some research and learned that while she was a waitress in a Pasadena coffee shop most of her life, she was originally from Ohio, possibly the Lima area where my great-grandfather was from, so that maybe partly explains her association with her former neighbors from Ohio. Not that I would know anything about that. I only saw her name on a piece of paper. For details on that project and how it fell apart you would have to ask someone else in the family because I really don't know anything about that. I only know that I personally have not much connection to Ohio in my generation. I once had a dog named Dee Dee, a black poodle, but that does not constitute an Ohio relationship to me, thanks anyway. I don't think that I know anyone from Ohio.

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You yourself are a snake that bit me so it would be ludicrous for you to warn me about snakes.

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Oh, maybe I forgot to explain that I will not be applying for the position of fairy godmother to your dirty little Mexican mudpie. You will just have to work, work, work because certainly you are not going to get a free lunch from me. So there is the scripting that you were asking for. Oh, I hadn't though of that, but you insisted.

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Someone was telling me of the existence of Uncle Sam, and how the Establishment has ears only for Uncle Sam, viewing the rest of us as garbage as far as they are concerned, even though we are all equally U.S. citizens. And because Uncle Sam's family attended a Foursquare Church in the Bay Area, the churches attended by the rest of us are slighted even though we are all of us may look forward to being part of that city built foursquare of Revelation prophecy as long as we hold to our Christian faith, not to confuse that with other allegorical cities of another sort. And because Uncle Sam's children have some unexplained grudge against our church, the AG, the sour grapes of Sam are given much weight even though the rest of us really don't really care what Sam thinks about the AG. I mean, really, who was Sam? Sam who? I didn't even know that Sam existed until someone was trying to pass along his sour grapes to me. Of course, my uncle's Foursquare garbage has blurred that picture. And what has the Foursquare ever done for me? Nothing comes to my mind. There was never any rule requiring us to learn music by the Do-Re-Mi system. My family has always been AG, although we are aware of the other alternative groups out there that prefer to emphasize four or five points. The four points are acceptable to us even if we continue to operate under a separate organization and see no reason to discuss that with strangers whose intentions and/or essence are not so clear to us.

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It is only recently that we learn of the existence of the Beltramos. Oh. I was not aware of their existence, obviously, so why would I want to compare notes with their overly expectant Italian mafia trash cousins of San Francisco? I have almost no clue what they are talking about. They exude an expectant air of knowing something and yet they are mostly inarticulate and unable to explain themselves in the English language. This creates a problem for us in any attempt to understand what their problem is.

All I can say is that you will not find my vital records in Santa Clara County. I would not want to be listed among Uncle Sam's Bay Area Established Idiots of San Jose.

We suspect that Uncle Sam knew something more about that but we don't have clue. They never tell us anything.