Who am I ?

Saying for the day: Always, always tell the truth.

A lady comes up to me in Wal Mart and says “ Remember me? “

Now the terror sets in because I have no idea who she is.
There is nothing familiar about her at all.
Nor is there any clue in the statement.

If she had said “Pastor! Remember me”.
I would guess she was a member of the church .
Now that cuts the field of things to remember about in half.
Because the church could be the Crystal Falls congregation ,Trout Creek parish, any church I was vice Pastor at over the years (9 in all), anyone I met at a church convention, or somebody from any one of a hundred different meetings I’ve been to, that doesn’t really help very much.

If she had said “John !Remember me?”
She could be somebody that lives in Crystal Falls, somebody from the colleges I attended ( Except Michigan Tech didn’t have many girls), somebody from my home town.

So I have no idea and no clue.
I could say no I don’t remember you but somehow that seems wrong since she remembers me.
So , though I know better, I grit my teeth and say.
“ Of course, how could I ever forget you? "

The next move is hers.
She says , “Then you remember old Charlie Watson’ don’t you ?”

Of course I don’t remember any old Charlie or young Charlie for that matter but do I tell her that?
The truth here might lead to “ Then you don’t really know who I am do you?”

So having lied once I lie again.
“I was just talking about old Charlie just the other day.”

"Well”, she says,” I suppose you heard he got run over by Lowel’s bull.
Now I may not remember Charlie but I will never forget Lowel’s bull ( though this is probably not the bull I remember as it would now be 50 years old) .

She is from my summer internship.
Lowel’s farm is where the horse chased me.

Then I ask. “How old where you when I saw you last? “

“Sixteen” she says. “I was treasurer of the youth group.” ( How in the world am I supposed to recognize a 50 something women who I last saw when she was fourteen?)

“Well! Nancy“, I said.” It was good to see you again.”
“You did remember my name” She blurted out.

“Do you think I would lie?” I asked in all innocence.

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News from Pigeon Falls– The little town in my backyard where dragons fly free– Well Eino has what could be the Hermit locked in the basement closet of his and Toivo’s Garage. Upstairs he shows cars but in the basement are all the parts bins etc. He has locked the closet so his mechanic doesn’t open it while looking for some part or another.
Now he just has to wait for somebody to come looking.
Yesterday at the another Liar’s Club preliminary we had another person make it to the finals; Tomas Petrovich , Pigeon Falls only citizen of Russian descent. His grandparents emigrated from Russia in 1912. But all of his family except him have left the Pigeon Falls area. This was his story on which he got a 9.:
“ I want to start by telling you that I love McDonald’s . I go there to eat every time I Go to Iron Mountain on the train. The story I’m going to tell you took place in McDonald’s just a few months ago. I and my wife Janice were enjoying a great meal . I had two quarter pounders with cheese and my wife had a Big Mac. Then we noticed on the table across from us this lady dancing. That’s right she was dancing on the table. Well this was more than I could handle without finding out what was going on so I went over and said to her “ Excuse me but my wife wants to know why your dancing on the table.Of course my wife really did want to know she just wouldn’t say so. The lady said her name was Quilldancer and she liked to dance on tables but had never felt the need to do so in Mc Donald’s before. So I asked if she had had anything to drink and she said “ Only the new coffee, extra strong”. I didn’t think that could do it but I went and ordered a cup and took a couple of sips. The next think I knew I was up on the table dancing with her. The table was showing signs of not holding up both of us (my wife thinks I should go on a diet). That’s when my wife came and pulled me off. Quilldancer jumped off then as well. It seems she was just visiting when this urge took hold. I learned she had a blog and of course you know that I blog. My blog is called “ The White Rabbit Cometh” Since then I have visited her blog and she has visited mine. I did some research and discovered that people , mostly Russian background, have a gene that reacts to this new coffee and makes them want to dance. Now if you want to be sure this story is true you can try the new coffee and see if it sets you to dancing. You can also ask the counter clerk about the two people who danced on their table.
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Yesterday we drew Quilldancer. If we draw Quilldancer today she gets what's in the PRIZE BOX.
So we draw.......
And the result is .......

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smarty 101- ( and she has only 7 JCPOINTS so the odds are over a million to 1 against her being drawn again tomorrow but ????) If she is drawn tomorrow she gets what's in the prize box.
Well the rummage sale went quite well with lots of people. A lot of people saw the train for the first time and were thrilled with it. We even had a little interest in the house.
I came back to the computer read the comments and found out I made a mistake in the morning. Instead of putting the Marthon list from the last Marathon the computer took one name and put it in a box over and over. My first attempt at fixing it just changed the name in the box. But now I think it is fixed. If you checked before and got the boxed names and you still do now hit your refresh button. Well I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA