Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that there is much confusion in circulation. How many times do I have to explain that NO, we are NOT Grapes of Wrath people, never mind about the idiotic rantings of Doc, only a dentist. My grandparents were from Texas, not Oklahoma, etc. etc. etc. But that is another story that I am not capable of dealing with, a past generation of turmoil that never had any connection to myself. Maybe someday I would get around to reading the dreary lurid novel by the Nobel Prize-winning author, except that I am not interesting in playing that game, maybe never. How do we politely tell these dreary "Nobel" people to go away and stop bothering us? They are not going to find any of that in us.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was such an unusual, sort of humorous story about how my Dad's cousin Suzanne Bates, while taking her yearlong sabbatical to travel all around the world, stopped in El Salvador, Central America, where we were living at that time, to visit us, although not having previously notified us that she was coming. All of our mail and/or letters from us bore the return address of Apartado (Post Office Box) ###. She showed this to someone, maybe a taxi driver, and was taken eventually to the central downtown post office where we go sometimes to get our mail, where after some finagling and or dealing with the post office people, she was able to obtain our street address somehow, and then she actually did find our house and visited us. How else would I have heard the story she told us upon arriving at our house about her ordeal of getting there?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am quite grateful that my salvation, at least in the eternal sense, does not in any way depend on the opinions of the majority of persons who may or may not be right. Who says the majority is always right? Nobody ever said that. In this broken and sinful world, the democratic process can produce only an imperfect result, unfortunately, a choice of the less of two evils perhaps, but I should not have to explain this, and if I do have to explain this, then you are perhaps too stupid yet for further dialogue at this moment.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I can see now what I could not see before, that the Lockmans are glued permanently to Peru. Yes, Gladys might be a nice Peruvian lady who works in the office there, but what does that prove? I am sure that she would probably be happy to collect the paycheck as long as you are pleased to pay it, but still we are not hearing any reasonable explanation of what the problem is.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, if I never happen to see Mr. Fiddlesticks again in this lifetime, well, easy come easy go, that is what a fickle faithless friend is for.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember during college, I myself saying to one of my roommates that, you know what, God sees everything that you are doing and saying even when nobody else is there, and you cannot hide anything from God, I said that myself, why am I not getting any credit for having half a brain? But whatever, at least I tried. But my talents on this Jenkins riff-raff, so why knock myself out? It just wasn't worth the effort.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is somewhat mystifying to ponder the question of who is this unknown George. George Who? I do not remember there being any George in my high school class, maybe one or more Jorge, but no George.