Which Reminds Me

Yes, some stipulations for a final settlement might include these points: 

1. You will pay me a $1 million payment in compensation for having killed me, thus avoiding the need to pay salary later.

2 This will sever any possibility of a future connection or relationship I ever had with the Turners. I really do not care what they do, I just want them to go away and stop bothering me with their British Colonial agenda. (I do not dislike Turner, I think that Turner is entitled to have her own opinions, but ultimately I do not take my orders from Turner, and if push comes to shove, Turner is expendable. Ultimately, if it comes to that, I am not going to kiss the Turner ring or bow down and worship the golden Turner statue that you have set up on the Plains or Prairies.)

3. I will have no obligation to Malta, so I see no reason to pay a penny to Malta only because they are confusing us with the British Colonials, while we were the Americans who left England in the 1600s so we have never had any connection to Malta. We have no thought of them, actually. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during high school reading the novel "Christy," written by Catherine Marshall, but that does not mean that I would need to discuss anything of a personal nature with the various mountain people described, assuming that the characters were ever based on any real person dead or living. It was a great novel in spite of its dark moments, but anyway it was only fiction. Do I really have to remind those fictional characters that fiction has it s place in a library?

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Yes, interesting thought, but it is a bit puzzling, this magical $1 million number that appears on the paperwork. Now that I have seen the paperwork, having been to Sacramento and done with that, that makes it a little bit easier to see where that number maybe started, but was there ever really any money at all, or was it all just a matter of wishful thinking in the first place. How can any value ever be accumulated without the necessary appreciation? But try explaining that to some wacky people who misunderstood the meaning of fixed amount. Yes, wouldn't that be nice if someone wanted to hand me a million dollars, but that would just be unreal, a crazy pipe dream, when am I going to finally wake up and figure out that there was nothing to really get about that. Wouldn't I just be asking for a commitment to an insane asylum if I were to actually sign a check for that amount of money? I really can't handle all of these clues about nothing much. All of these distractions are not really all that productive.   

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Yes, and you sent your Portuguese/Swedish Persson to escort me home, even though she cannot speak two words of Spanish. She is just another Swedish uppity-up snob. There was nothing Portuguese in my repertoire, what is wrong with those idiots over there? I just have no idea. Why all of these secret meetings with my employer at the time? You are not my employer, so how did that happen?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how I never thought of that. How interesting 50 years later to find all of these issues appearing that I had never really thought of. I had no idea that they were so Portuguese. They never said anything about that back then.Portuguese gives me a big headache, what will all of their Spanish mistakes. Only now do they reveal their true Portuguese colors. One just assumes that they are all Spanish, but then again sometimes it is hard to know who is which.   

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Yes, I never claimed to be the Queen of Corinth, and yet somehow these lousy scriptwriters persist in trying to rehearse lines from the play, even when none of that fits into my story. You really should not waste your time applying for a screenwriter job in Hollywood, but I should not be saying anything about that. I should let the professionals break it to you gently.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Ernie Deporto was an acquaintance in college. There was a time when several people piled into his tiny little car and went somewhere, I forget where we went. Maybe Dauna can remember more about that. Oh, was he Brazilian or Portuguese? I really would not know. At this point, I barely remember him enough to say hello and not much more than that. Only, oh, Hi, how are you/ That is about all there is to say about DePorto.