Which Reminds Me

Yes, that sort of gives the mistaken impression that I would be desirous of learning more about David's icky boring life, as if everything were all about him, especially now that he has basically sold his soul to Israel, which, fine, that works for some people, but myself actually not being connected to those Israeli people who are selling airplanes, and gossiping with Marion, I really don't see the point of continuing this pointless conversation.

Wnich Reminds Me

Yes, I am seeing that Royal A. Dixon was born in 1885, even though his father reportedly died in 1883. These are sad and troubling complications for a child to have to ponder. Is that a "Quitman" dilemma, but Quitman is his brother, not his "sister"? And anyway who would ever heard of the existence of the Dixons? The Mason-Dixon line is not a relevant factor in this conversation.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year I was at Evangel college, our dean's surname was Best, he was Dean Best, and he went so far as to have a slogan printed on stickers or whatever that was, "Be the Best!" and that was the chant or slogan of the day, we were often exhorted to "Be the Best!" 

Coincidentally, his daughter was a friend of mine, maybe she had been in some class of mine, I don't remember, she was so friendly in fact that when I was to go home for Christmas break, I was invited to stay at her house overnight and they would drive me to the airport, which was so nice of them. And at breakfast her father spilled his coffee on me, so that was awkward, but anyway, that was nice of them to make my life a little bit easier. 

Someone said later that he had been fired because of some mysterious liaison with some girl, although I had never heard any real details on that, so that was sad. I don't remember hearing more about what happened to them later. I did not return to Evangel for the second year so probably I would have learned more details about these things if I had returned.

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that after two years working in the Deerfield office, I was transferred to the Fort Lauderdale office. I was to take the place of the guy formerly in Fort Lauderdale and he was taking my place, so we switched offices. In Fort Lauderdale the first thing to do was to go through a huge stack of papers and unopened mail. Amongst the stack of papers I ran across a strange photo of a man holding, ... what was that, a very long garden hose? .... attached to ....  so that was weird, the ad possibly a joke of lower quality taste that certain types of people would find amusing but ..... what to do with that ..... should I forward that to him at the Deerfield office? .... but that would be weird, he might rightly complain about why is this strange woman sending him this weird picture .... that could start things off on a weird path out of my control, not professional ..... how would those people react to that? .... I would prefer to keep my business relationships on the professional level.... yes, better to just put it in the garbage can, good luck trying to find that in the county landfill by now .... unless you had planted that in the first place, in which case that means that you are still sitting there waiting for me to react to that as if some knee-jerk automaton, but I have already moved on long ago from that point in history and I am not wanting to revisit these obscure points of ancient history, whatever that meant.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that Kennedy is planning to set herself up as the Queen of Ireland. Ha ha ha! or is she running for the title Queen of the Irish? Ha ha ha! Here in America Ireland is at best an off-campus hobby for those who still remember something more about that. I actually do not remember much. I don't have much Irish in me, judging from my parents' DNA tests, probably less than 10 percent, never mind about some superficial points, so obviously I am not going to need Kennedy to rule over me. No matter what I will be just fine without them.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am vaguely aware that they have cast me as the grouchy Red Queen in their private book of Alice, which stereotypical picture obfuscates reality and prevents any opportunity of asking them questions and prevents me from ever having any rational conversation in future with any of those angry little juveniles. Given that I will never have any opportunity to revise their Book of Cliches, I think that I am perfectly entitled to remove myself from their discussion, because anyway I never really understood what was happening and anyway I never was a Canadian.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it would be sort of dangerous for me to say or do anything about the whackos of TPL or TLP or whatever that is. I consider myself fortunate to have entirely avoided "doing" something about them, because I already have enough problems anyway. I have nothing to add to the historical record in that regard. I watch TV like everybody else on the planet.