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Hi Leslie. I am gaining a reputation for my pool playing at the Carlsbad
Senior Center. I should have started younger. Dad, at 16 let me into the bars
with him, which is where I started. Him beer, me seven up. I looked 18.

"Are you still doing the religion?", Father to Bill from his death bed, upon
Bill's visit entrance, after not seeing his father years.

"He's not one of us.", Mother to Mike, Bill's brother on her death bed about
Bill, who overhears around the corner of his mother's room.

I chatted up 2 JW's at a magazine cart in Oceanside yesterday. The cart is
the latest in the proselytizing methods. I left to board a bus, both shook my hand,
one called me "Brother".

I attended the Sunday Contemporary Service at Oceanside First Presbyterian
and did the coffee fellowship, afterward. I hiked half a mile uphill from the train
station. My left ankle is bothering me badly. Pastor Ted is retiring. Pastor Liz,
assistant asked the congregation to pray for the Church's future.

I'm excited but stymied about writing on "The Rise of Religious Bodies".
Meaning "Organized Religion".

I was here in North County, San Diego last year, this time. I wanted to do
the JavaScript class at Palomar, Summer. I want to again. Don't know how to pull
it off. Resettling in Vegas would be relaxing. Would have to make up my mind
about Sandra, there. There is the teeth in Gresham. And Salt Lake City.
And Montana and Cheyenne, Wyoming. And there is Northern California.

Dennis, the friend with worsening Dementia had to leave after the Sunday
meeting, while I was there immediately afterward. I think my presence shook him
up. At my shortly thereafter return to Vegas I called his wife, Audie and she was
very cold with me. It made me avoid the Kingdom Hall while I was there.

Mike, my brother is true to his word, he's not talking to or texting me. It has sent
me going into a sort of free-thinking and free-doing tailspin. Like taking up with,
al beit hasn't been long, Sandy.

The future looks strangely bright and foreboding at the same time.




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