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QUESTIONS ABOUT MY FAMILY ORIGINS 1. The national census records the New York birth records cannot tell me. Maybe they do not know. Maybe there's nothing TO know. 2. Maybe this is a charade and we all took up space in the universe the only surviving inhabitants of black holes mass of nullity killer force. 3. Simple questions are not as they are (says the man with the Fender guitar). 4. When did my family come here? Better to ask when did the Mother Ship drop them off probably a mistake they wanted to go to Florida. 5. My father, I was assured, was born. This should be indisputable. Even persons from another galaxy are born by some manner of means. 6. My aunt, who was soft in the brain by 1933, told me in 1980 that my father was born (see? see??) at 124 Attorney Street on the Lower East Side in September 1899. 7. I grew up. No, I got older. I learned they lied about everything. They had to. They were a collective fraud, Jewish Coneheads. Nobody existed. Everyone just filled space with mass. 8. Is withholding truth a form of lying? 9. Did they treat me like the goy to whom you never told the truth? 10. Maybe that is why I became one. 11. Maybe my father was an Orthodox priest Father Schtuppnikov the Rasputin of East Broadway, an I. B. Singer character without a story. 12. Maybe I do not exist. Maybe I am self-invented. The longer I hang around the more I feel like my father is really H. P. Lovecraft. 14. It will be entertaining to awaken one morning rush through the shower, shave, and then discover that I'm not really there. 15. I'll be putting my kids in a really weird spot. KTW/1-4-06 ---------------------- I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be. -Douglas Adams