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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #15 on: August 21, 2016, 12:22:47 AM »
i had trouble picking fun stories -- there's one about a drunken night with a bulldozer and another with a full-moon-light-only hike through the sawtooth mountains that didn't make the cut.

in the end, i picked three.  at least one of these stories is fake.  and at least one of these stories is true.  if i need to cross one off because it's against the rules, lemme know and i'll get it down to just two.

otherwise, here we go!

melissa and i and her boyfriend
Spoiler for Hiden:
this is back when i was young -- in high school.  16 even.  it was midnight or so after a night filled with margaritas (yup, still 16) and music.  i had been hanging out with two young ladies (melissa was 22, the other girl whose name escapes me was 21) drinking and dancing all evening.  the other girl (she was blond, thin, but not super-cute or even cool, really) ended up going home in a pickup bed with a bunch of cowboys.

melissa, however, took me home with her. 

so, um.  fast-forward an hour or so, and we're "hanging out" at her house (she lived by herself) when some dude started circling the house, banging on the windows.  shouting things like, "i know you're in there!  your car's out front!  open the door!"

we ignored him and kept "hanging out".

eventually, he had gone away and it was time for her to take me home (remember, i'm 16!) because i didn't have a car or anything.  as we were walking to her car, another car comes screaming around the street corner (i don't remember what kind, but it was a white sedan-looking thing.  she drove a little sporty nissan thing and it was still parked in the driveway.)

so, her boyfriend (who happened a huge body-builder-looking guy) jumped out of the car and started chasing me around hers, looping in the driveway, shouting how he was going to kill me.

melissa was all, "stop, he's only 16!"  mostly because she didn't want him to go to jail for assaulting a minor.

meanwhile, i didn't want to impune her honor, so i shouted back, "nuh uh!  i'm 18!"

he eventually got frustrated and tired of shouting at her and stormed off toward his car.  we took that moment to jump into hers and lay rubber coming out of her driveway.  he saw, jumped in his car, and screamed after us.

we flew down the road (i don't remember where it was) but we were going FAST.  and he was right on our tail.  eventually, we came across a gas station that was open (again, late at night) with a couple cops out front and pulled in.

he kept driving.

after we were sure he was gone, we drove back to my house where she let me out.

we never talked again.

mark and i and the knife
Spoiler for Hiden:
so, back when i was a bartender at a bennigan's in san antonio, we would always have regulars that came in and just hung out at the bar.  (um . . . duh.)  the bar was one of the rectangle ones, sitting in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded on all four sides by cocktail tables.

three feet (a meter or so for you metric people) or so above the wooden counter, were the cabinets -- wrapping all the way around the bar, parallel to the bartop, reaching all the way to the ceiling.  on the inside, where i was, were the solid wood cabinet doors.  from the outside, where customers sat, we had decorative photos and stuff hanging on them.

so, you'd be standing there talking to someone sitting on the outside of the bar, reach up in the cabinet above, yet still in between us, and grab anything you needed.  it was almost like a little fort.

but with more liquor.

it was a monday night, which was typicaly slow and mark was sitting down at the far end of the bar.  i was slicing limes for garnishes (because boring monday nights) and watching the door.

so, mark was an ass.  he was one of our least favorite customers.  and, to this day, i don't remember what he said to me, but it wasn't anything i liked.  it was one of those "i'm a successful tough guy, and you're a loser of a turd" kind of statements.

so, i turned to face him -- he was sitting some 10 or 12 feet away -- flipped the knife in my hand and threw it at the cabinet above his head.

it stuck, vibrating perfectly.  he froze, his beer halfway to his mouth, eyes locked on the quivering handle.  like something out of a movie.

cold as ice, i walked over, yanked it out of the wood, and went back to slicing my limes.

he wasn't ever an ass to me again.

amy and i and the clowns
Spoiler for Hiden:
one day, when i was up at the disney campus in l.a. (technically glendale), my friend amy and i decided to grab some lunch and talk tech strategy.  i don't remember specifically what kind, but at the time, we were co-tech-leads on our project -- she had the client, and i had the servers.  (technically, since the project is live now, i can say it was disney mix)  but, we decided to head over to "the patio" and work it out over lunch.  it's an on-campus restaurant where the chef was hand-picked by john lasseter and it's super-delicious.

we were walking down the back stairs (her desk was on the fourth floor) and she was telling me about an ex-girlfriend of hers who drove a vw bus that was bright pink with a huge blue flower-looking thing on it.  (oh, btw, amy is a lesbian, former-rocket scientist at nasa)  of course, i didn't really think anything of it, because, you know, gay.

*shrug*

anyway.

so, we're on the sidewalk (you have to go out the gate where disney interactive is and into the gate a block away where pixar's offices are) walking to lunch and up drives this bright pink vw bus.  it stops at the curb in front of the houses across the street.  (seriously, who lives just outside disney's campus?  i mean, l.a., amirite?)

amy is all, "oh!  hey!  speak of the devil!"

that's when the front door to one of the houses opened, and a clown ran toward the van.

yes.  a clown.  big red hair, floppy shoes and all.

the side door to the van opened, and three more clowns (they didn't even look to see if cars were coming or anything) piled out, making room for the one from the house to jump inside.  the door banged shut, and the bus sped off.  well, "sped off" as much as a vw bus full of clowns can go.

amy just kept walking like everything was normal, and she never mentioned it again.


p.s.  non-gem-cutter folks, send me a private message if you want to know what's fake and what's not.

edit.  wow -- spelling, chris.  spelling is useful.
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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #16 on: August 21, 2016, 01:11:32 AM »
My sons are over for a birthday party, and this will take me several hours, but I will get back to this ASAP
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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #17 on: August 21, 2016, 01:40:07 AM »
My sons are over for a birthday party, and this will take me several hours, but I will get back to this ASAP

of course!  no hurry at all.

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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #18 on: August 21, 2016, 01:48:51 AM »
My sons are over for a birthday party, and this will take me several hours, but I will get back to this ASAP

of course!  no hurry at all.

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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #19 on: August 21, 2016, 01:51:14 AM »

JMack at his worst.

JMACK's 1ST STORY

Spoiler for Hiden:
SITUATION 1

So the closest Mrs. JMack and I ever got to divorcing is probably the incident of the Big Screen TV. I'd been whining about size matters for some time, and on Black Friday one year, Mrs. J looked at the sales in the newspaper and said "We could go get you that TV." Well, yeah!

We got to the store, and I lusted for a 3D SmartTV that cost about $500 more than the wife and I had chatted about. I bought it. Turned out it didn't fit in our old-style entertainment center. Which I had known it wouldn't. So I went to a store and bough a lovely wood credenza for it, spending another $500. Now the TV had to go on the wall. Which I certainly knew it did, and knew I couldn't do. Another $300 more.

All this was barely OK, but then we had to decide where to put the entertainment center. Get rid of it! says I. But no, no furniture was to be injured, disposed of, traded, stowed, or discarded in the making of this TV room. The entertainment center went to the front room. The cabinet in the front room went to the upstairs guest room. The chest of drawers in the upstairs guest room went to the sewing room. The furniture in the sewing room was treated with atomic rays so that the various pieces could co-exist in the same space-time moment.

And if this all sounds very funny, bed time wasn't. Because what I'd really done was to recruit everyone in our family to my side by repeatedly pointing out the silliness of not giving up furniture that wasn't needed. Everything else could be forgiven... alsmost. But not public criticism and snideliness.

It's amazing how long a fight can on when you're lying next to someone for hours. You say rotten things, and you forget what you said. Then you deny you said them, and find ways to turn everything on its head so that its her fault. When you're exhausted, and you both turn away to sleep, you feel inches small and miles apart.

Many things in a marriage are things you later joke about. And some things aren't.

JMACK's 2ND STORY

Spoiler for Hiden:
2

"Are you JMack?" asked the camp counselor. "Your grandmother is outside by the cars, and she's crying."

Oh, I thought. And was utterly confused about why, before a brick fell on my head, and I realized. I'd been so excited about getting to camp that I'd run off and barely said thank you or goodbye or see you soon or I love you, or anything. By that time I'd already met a girl - THE girl, I thought, after 3 minutes of conversation, and I really didn't want to deal with Grandma.

I'd stayed at Grandma's the whole summer, earning money at her bookstore. I wasn't a very good employee, since I had a work ethic about the size of a pea. I'd show up, take a long morning break, then a long lunch break, then a long afternoon break, and generally hide in the stacks where she might not see me. I'd been to a week of creative writing camp at the start of the summer - Grandma had paid - and the deal was that I could earn another week of camp at the end. She put up with me, I earned the money - so to speak - and she drove me to Silver Lake Camp once more.

Now she was outside, and I was inside, and I got stubborn and embarraseed. I told the counselor I'd go see her, but I ducked off as soon as his back was turned. I went and got something to eat. I watched THE girl from the other side of the room, and hoped she didn't like that tall guy. Eventually, I looked outside and saw the old VW was gone.

I found a letter recently in which Grandma spoke about how hurt she'd been by my behavior that whole summer. I filed it away.

boo!  cheater!

both of those stories are fake -- i refuse to believe jmack is anything other than the galant hero i call friend.

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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #20 on: August 21, 2016, 03:31:59 AM »
Bear with me, I haven't done this in a long time, and never in this forum which is very funky.
I can't talk about the indicators, or I will teach others how to lie (or how to improve).
Story 1:
melissa and i and her boyfriend

this is back when i was young -- in high school.  16 even.  it was midnight or so after a night filled with margaritas (yup, still 16) and music.  i had been hanging out with two young ladies (melissa was 22, the other girl whose name escapes me was 21) drinking and dancing all evening.  the other girl (she was blond, thin, but not super-cute or even cool, really) ended up going home in a pickup bed with a bunch of cowboys.

This text suggests you knew or know M. well, and felt positively for her.

melissa, however, took me home with her. 

so, um.  fast-forward an hour or so, and we're "hanging out" at her house (she lived by herself) when some dude started circling the house, banging on the windows.  shouting things like, "i know you're in there!  your car's out front!  open the door!"


Beginning with "some dude", numerous issues point to deception here.

we ignored him and kept "hanging out".

eventually, he had gone away and it was time for her to take me home (remember, i'm 16!) because i didn't have a car or anything.  as we were walking to her car, another car comes screaming around the street corner (i don't remember what kind, but it was a white sedan-looking thing.  she drove a little sporty nissan thing and it was still parked in the driveway.)

so, her boyfriend (who happened a huge body-builder-looking guy) jumped out of the car and started chasing me around hers, looping in the driveway, shouting how he was going to kill me.

melissa was all, "stop, he's only 16!"  mostly because she didn't want him to go to jail for assaulting a minor.

meanwhile, i didn't want to impune her honor, so i shouted back, "nuh uh!  i'm 18!"

he eventually got frustrated and tired of shouting at her and stormed off toward his car.  we took that moment to jump into hers and lay rubber coming out of her driveway.  he saw, jumped in his car, and screamed after us.

we flew down the road (i don't remember where it was) but we were going FAST.  and he was right on our tail.  eventually, we came across a gas station that was open (again, late at night) with a couple cops out front and pulled in.

he kept driving.

after we were sure he was gone, we drove back to my house where she let me out.

we never talked again.

There are so many issues in the last 3/4 of the text that my diagram looks like a box of highlights made sweet love all over my desk.

My analysis:
- You consistently indicate a positive mentality toward Melissa. The rest seems very deceptive, particularly the sequences featuring the angry man.
- I assess the overall text to be significantly false, particularly the sequences featuring the angry man and chase. The initial section seemed true, with the delta between the content of the initial section and the rest being the chief indicator of deception.
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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #21 on: August 21, 2016, 03:57:13 AM »
Analysis of "mark and i and the knife"
Spoiler for Hiden:
so, back when i was a bartender at a bennigan's in san antonio, we would always have regulars that came in and just hung out at the bar.  (um . . . duh.)  the bar was one of the rectangle ones, sitting in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded on all four sides by cocktail tables.

three feet (a meter or so for you metric people) or so above the wooden counter, were the cabinets -- wrapping all the way around the bar, parallel to the bartop, reaching all the way to the ceiling.  on the inside, where i was, were the solid wood cabinet doors.  from the outside, where customers sat, we had decorative photos and stuff hanging on them.

so, you'd be standing there talking to someone sitting on the outside of the bar, reach up in the cabinet above, yet still in between us, and grab anything you needed.  it was almost like a little fort.

but with more liquor.

The text above featured few indications of deception. The lengthy set-up (for an account) is consistent with a writer framing a story. There is a logical flow and consistent level of detail.


it was a monday night, which was typicaly slow and mark was sitting down at the far end of the bar.  i was slicing limes for garnishes (because boring monday nights) and watching the door.

From the outset, indications of negativity between you and Mark.

so, mark was an ass.  he was one of our least favorite customers.  and, to this day, i don't remember what he said to me, but it wasn't anything i liked.  it was one of those "i'm a successful tough guy, and you're a loser of a turd" kind of statements.

Further indications of negativity: name calling, expansion of those distant from Mark. Distancing of you from his statement (its absence, replacement with "it" the shortest possible word). Failing to clearly even call it a statement or recall the "statement" indicates strong negativity and/or possibility it was not a statement, without suggestion of what it might have been. Inconsistencies suggest possibility of deception.

so, i turned to face him -- he was sitting some 10 or 12 feet away -- flipped the knife in my hand and threw it at the cabinet above his head.

Further, strong indications of negativity between you and Mark (besides the knife act). Some indications of deception.

it stuck, vibrating perfectly.  he froze, his beer halfway to his mouth, eyes locked on the quivering handle.  like something out of a movie.

Significant but limited indications of deception.

cold as ice, i walked over, yanked it out of the wood, and went back to slicing my limes.
he wasn't ever an ass to me again.


Continued indications of negativity between you and Mark.
- My analysis indicates much of this text is true.
- Consistent indications of negativity between you and Mark suggest he is a real person whom you do not like or trust.
- Absence of Mark's statement and other signs indicate he may not have made a statement as described. There might have been non-verbal communication, for example.
- Areas of deception seem centered around your responses to Mark's statement, and/or his reaction to your response, if there was a statement made.
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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #22 on: August 21, 2016, 04:14:13 AM »
Analysis of "amy and i and the clowns"
Spoiler for Hiden:
one day, when i was up at the disney campus in l.a. (technically glendale), my friend amy and i decided to grab some lunch and talk tech strategy.  i don't remember specifically what kind, but at the time, we were co-tech-leads on our project -- she had the client, and i had the servers.  (technically, since the project is live now, i can say it was disney mix)  but, we decided to head over to "the patio" and work it out over lunch.  it's an on-campus restaurant where the chef was hand-picked by john lasseter and it's super-delicious.

Strong indications of positivity between you and Amy. Some issues exist here but I am too rusty to analyze them reliably. Seems some sensitivity around the project, might not be deceptive, just sensitive issues below the surface.

we were walking down the back stairs (her desk was on the fourth floor) and she was telling me about an ex-girlfriend of hers who drove a vw bus that was bright pink with a huge blue flower-looking thing on it.  (oh, btw, amy is a lesbian, former-rocket scientist at nasa)  of course, i didn't really think anything of it, because, you know, gay.

Continued indications of a positive relationship.

*shrug*
anyway.
so, we're on the sidewalk (you have to go out the gate where disney interactive is and into the gate a block away where pixar's offices are) walking to lunch and up drives this bright pink vw bus.  it stops at the curb in front of the houses across the street.  (seriously, who lives just outside disney's campus?  i mean, l.a., amirite?)

amy is all, "oh!  hey!  speak of the devil!"

that's when the front door to one of the houses opened, and a clown ran toward the van.

yes.  a clown.  big red hair, floppy shoes and all.

the side door to the van opened, and three more clowns (they didn't even look to see if cars were coming or anything) piled out, making room for the one from the house to jump inside.  the door banged shut, and the bus sped off.  well, "sped off" as much as a vw bus full of clowns can go.

amy just kept walking like everything was normal, and she never mentioned it again.
My analysis:
- Consistently positive signals indicate you know Amy and like her.
- Absence of any indications of deception beyond the opening paragraph, which were inconsistent and unclear.
- Overall, I asses this text to be true, with potential for some deception (probably via incompleteness) in the first para.

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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #23 on: August 21, 2016, 04:47:06 AM »

Analysis of JMACK's 1ST STORY

Spoiler for Hiden:

So the closest Mrs. JMack and I ever got to divorcing is probably the incident of the Big Screen TV. I'd been whining about size matters for some time, and on Black Friday one year, Mrs. J looked at the sales in the newspaper and said "We could go get you that TV." Well, yeah!

Indications of positivity between you and your wife.

We got to the store, and I lusted for a 3D SmartTV that cost about $500 more than the wife and I had chatted about. I bought it. Turned out it didn't fit in our old-style entertainment center. Which I had known it wouldn't. So I went to a store and bough a lovely wood credenza for it, spending another $500. Now the TV had to go on the wall. Which I certainly knew it did, and knew I couldn't do. Another $300 more.

Mixed indications of relationship positivity/stress. Indications of in-text deception (i.e., between you and the wife at the time).

All this was barely OK, but then we had to decide where to put the entertainment center. Get rid of it! says I. But no, no furniture was to be injured, disposed of, traded, stowed, or discarded in the making of this TV room. The entertainment center went to the front room. The cabinet in the front room went to the upstairs guest room. The chest of drawers in the upstairs guest room went to the sewing room. The furniture in the sewing room was treated with atomic rays so that the various pieces could co-exist in the same space-time moment.


Strong indications of stress and negativity between you (fading) and your (now absent) wife.

And if this all sounds very funny, bed time wasn't. Because what I'd really done was to recruit everyone in our family to my side by repeatedly pointing out the silliness of not giving up furniture that wasn't needed. Everything else could be forgiven... alsmost. But not public criticism and snideliness.

Indications of stress. Additional indications of in-text deception. Stress level very high. Strong indications of negativity between you and you wife, whose continued absence makes me worry for her safety  :-X
Expressions of your guilt (overt and subtextual).

It's amazing how long a fight can on when you're lying next to someone for hours. You say rotten things, and you forget what you said. Then you deny you said them, and find ways to turn everything on its head so that its her fault. When you're exhausted, and you both turn away to sleep, you feel inches small and miles apart.
Many things in a marriage are things you later joke about. And some things aren't.

Strong indications of stress, guilt, anger, extreme negativity.

My analysis:
- I assess this story as true, but very stressful (shame, fear, guilt, anger, frustration, etc.)
- Absence of linkage between stress and deception (absent) and between stress and specific statements indicates the stress is real, although their origins do not appear to lie in this narrative, or at least, not completely.
- Distance between you and your wife is consistent and grows toward the narrative's end, indicating very high stress and emotions, but only shown in one direction (you toward her). Implied imbalance significant.
- Consistency and absence of indications of deception and other factors lead me to assess this text as predominantly true.
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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #24 on: August 21, 2016, 05:18:30 AM »

Analysis of "JMACK's 2ND STORY"

"Are you JMack?" asked the camp counselor. "Your grandmother is outside by the cars, and she's crying."

Oh, I thought. And was utterly confused about why, before a brick fell on my head, and I realized. I'd been so excited about getting to camp that I'd run off and barely said thank you or goodbye or see you soon or I love you, or anything. By that time I'd already met a girl - THE girl, I thought, after 3 minutes of conversation, and I really didn't want to deal with Grandma.

Dramatization potentially indicates deception, but not reliably coming from a writer. Indications of negativity between you and Grandma. Possible subtle indicators of someone's deception, possibly Grandma's. Strong indications of deception.

I'd stayed at Grandma's the whole summer, earning money at her bookstore. I wasn't a very good employee, since I had a work ethic about the size of a pea. I'd show up, take a long morning break, then a long lunch break, then a long afternoon break, and generally hide in the stacks where she might not see me. I'd been to a week of creative writing camp at the start of the summer - Grandma had paid - and the deal was that I could earn another week of camp at the end. She put up with me, I earned the money - so to speak - and she drove me to Silver Lake Camp once more.
Indications of deception. Strong indications of emotional distance between you and Grandma (in addition to what is overtly described in the text).

Now she was outside, and I was inside, and I got stubborn and embarraseed. I told the counselor I'd go see her, but I ducked off as soon as his back was turned. I went and got something to eat. I watched THE girl from the other side of the room, and hoped she didn't like that tall guy. Eventually, I looked outside and saw the old VW was gone.
Indications of deception. Strong indications of emotional distance between you and Grandma (in addition to what is overtly described).

I found a letter recently in which Grandma spoke about how hurt she'd been by my behavior that whole summer. I filed it away.
Indications of deception.
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Overall, I assess this text to be predominantly false.
- Despite linguistic consistency, alignment of peaks indicate deception throughout.

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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #25 on: August 21, 2016, 06:43:04 AM »
Wow!
Guys, I was going to ask you via PM, but now that Gem has done his analysis I guess you can say here if he's right or not.
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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #26 on: August 21, 2016, 06:52:53 AM »
I'll tell you this: analyzing writers is completely different so far. They are linguistically sophisticated, and they're natural liars. Almost no one is, normally. I expected this I guess, but it was something else to experience it.
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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #27 on: August 21, 2016, 07:01:06 AM »
A lesson in analysis:  I was taking this interesting course, courtesy of the military, where we were taught over the course of 3 days to detect deception, primarily in written form.

The techniques are highly subjective but when they work, they work well.  Here's a classic example. They said not to use this stuff at home, but of course, I did just that.

I come home, send the boys off to clean their rooms, ages 7, 8, and 12.

Five minutes later my 7 year old is throwing up in the bathroom.  I go in and make sure he's okay.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I guess so," but he's not convincing. He failed the most important test - not answering the question.

"Are you sick?" I ask, pushing along that fault line.

"Dad, I just threw up," he says, like I'm an idiot. Sadly, I had just been taught the difference between a liar (which almost no one is) and a deceiver, which practically everyone is. He expected me to equate "I just threw up" with "yes, I am sick".

"I know you threw up," I ask. "But are you sick?"

He looks at me, again, like I am the dumbest man to ever draw breath. "I just threw up!"

I repeat the question, and little hot-head that he is, he frowns and says "No."

"How come you threw up then if you're not sick?"

"I put my finger down my throat."

Amazed, I ask "Why on earth would you do that?"

He frowns even harder. "I didn't want to clean my room."

I nod. "I admire your will - it must have been unpleasant. And someday, the strength to buck the system may come in handy. I totally get it. But right now, I want you to clean yourself up and go upstairs and clean your room."

And off he went.

So the moral of the story is - attend to the details: avoiding the question is number one.

"Did you kill your wife?"
"What??? I LOVED my wife!"

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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #28 on: August 21, 2016, 11:37:33 AM »
Story 1: completely and utterly true in every detail.

Story 2: based on a true incident, but importantly false. I did stay with Grandma that summer. I did a crap job not re-coating her deck. She did go ahead and send me to camp anyway, and I forget to kiss her goodbye or say thank you. But when the counselor told me she was crying I went right out to her and apologized l. No book store, no avoiding her.

I did re-open a letter from her recently in which she was disappointed I moved in with my dad after mom's and his divorce (I was 20, not a kid).

Love Mrs. JMack and loved Grandma, but life and people are complex.

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Re: A potentially fun exercise in deception and truth-seeing...
« Reply #29 on: August 21, 2016, 02:59:05 PM »
A-? I'll take it. I took the course in 2004 between trips to Iraq.
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