A BELATED 'THANK YOU' TO NEARLY ALL OR MANY OF THE INDIVIDUALS WHO EACH ACTUALLY MADE AT LEAST ONE UNSOLICITED STRICTLY-PERSONAL PHONE CALL TO ME---A PERSONAL PHONE CALL TO ME OTHER THAN A RETURN PHONE CALL---AFTER I HAD MET THAT INDIVIDUAL IN PERSON AND SPOKEN WITH THAT INDIVIDUAL IN PERSON, WITH UNSOLICITED STRICTLY-PERSONAL PHONE CALLS TO ME HAVING OCCURRED ON FEWER THAN 1 PERCENT OF ALL OF MY OWN 24-HOUR-DAYS, WHEN TOTALED TOGETHER, EVER SINCE AND INCLUDING MY SOPHOMORE YEAR AT STEPHEN F. AUSTIN HIGH SCHOOL IN AUSTIN, TEXAS, USA

--Stephen F. Austin High School schoolmate Bill Leach, made several or more phone calls on his own initiative to my parents' home in Westlake Hills, Texas, during my high school years in the 1970s in order to offer to drive to my parents' home and give me a ride in his parents' Oldsmobile to a social event in west Austin involving several or numerous Stephen F. Austin High School debate and speech club's members.

--McDonald Smith Jr., a schoolmate of mine at Stephen F. Austin High School and colleague of mine on the Austin High Debate Squad, in the 1970s made one or more telephone calls to my parents' home in Westlake Hills, Texas, in order to invite me to attend a party for Austin High debate and speech squad members that he was hosting under the supervision of his father, University of Texas at Austin Art Professor Smith, inside the Smith family's home in the Tarrytown section of Austin.

--McDonald Smith Jr., a schoolmate of mine at Stephen F. Austin High School, in the 1970s made several telephone calls to my parents' home in Westlake Hills, Texas, in order to invite me to join him and other Austin High debate squad members for playing handball or squash, respectively, at a public handball court or public squash court inside Memorial Stadium on the campus of The University of Texas at Austin. I greatly enjoyed those athletics-theme outings in which one member of the debate squad would be the one who would sometimes pick me up from my parents' home and give me a ride to that athletic activity. 

--Stephen F. Austin High School classmate and O. Henry Junior High School classmate Jim Huff, in the 1970s made numerous personal phone calls to me at my parents' home in Westlake Hills, Texas. Jim Huff habitually stated to me on his own initiative that a cited female classmate of mine at Austin High School "is a thorn in your side, John!"

--Stephen F. Austin High School classmate John Nelson, a native of England and son of a female State Government of Texas employee in Austin, made numerous unsolicited phone calls in the 1970s to my parents' home, with John Nelson praising favorite authors of his, with an emphasis on Robert Penn Warren, and offering observations to me about some Stephen F. Austin High schoolmates of mine whom he emphatically criticized as being too domineering or allegedly dictatorial, in his stated opinion.

--In 1974 or 1975, a female classmate of mine at Stephen F. Austin High School, Lynn Rubinett of Austin, Texas, on her own initiative made a personal phone call to me at my parents' home in Westlake Hills, Texas, in order to inform me that she was elated by the news she had just received that her own application to attend Stanford University near Palo Alto, California, had been accepted by that private university.

---In 1978, University of Texas at Austin classmate Sam Hurt, who was enrolled in a French-language instruction course with me, made one total unsolicited strictly-personal phone call to me, which I received on the phone for my and my roommate's dorm room on the third or second floor of Prather Dormitory on the campus of UT-Austin.

---In 1978 or 1979, my personal friend Carol See, a former classmate of mine at Washington University in St. Louis, on her own initiative made a long-distance phone call to me at my private rental apartment near the UT-Austin campus, with Carol See kindly stating that she would like to visit me during her spring break vacation that year. I accepted the invitation, and did serve as her host during that brief visit she made to Austin, Texas, in the spring of 1978 or the spring of 1979.

--In 1979, during a hospital stay of mine in a hospital in the Fort Lauderdale area of Florida, my mother, Mrs. Phyllis McMillan of Westlake Hills, Texas, made a long-distance phone call to me in my room of that hospital to inform me that my former employer in in Austin, the Texas Student Publications-owned "Daily Texan" student newspaper on the campus of UT-Austin, had published a brief news article announcing that I myself had sustained what could have been a fatal car-accident one morning as I attempted to drive to work at my Miami Herald Company-owned newspaper employer, "The Broward Times", and that Mother was very impressed that my former colleagues at "The Daily Texan" had such a high estimation of me that they ran that news story about my being injured in Florida.

--In 1979, a matter of hours or days after I returned home from the hospital to reside in my rental apartment unit situated near Las Olas Boulevard in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, an Italian-American father in Broward County, Florida, made a phone call to me in which he stated to me that he and his family were all very, very saddened that his teenage son during a workshift of his had somehow driven through a red light at a street intersection just north of Fort Lauderdale while driving a company-owned van for that teenager's Fort Lauderdale-area employer, and that the resulting two-vehicle accident in which that teenage son of his had demolished my own Chevrolet Vega and totaled that vehicle, had elicited great concern about me by their entire Italian-American family in the Fort Lauderdale area. I was so impressed by the apparent sincerity of that profusely apologetic phone call that I told a neighbor or "Broward Times" newspaper coworker of mine who advised me to file a lawsuit in 1979 that I simply could not feel good about pursuing any legal action in a court of law in Fort Lauderdale that might possibly harm the life and career of that obviously vulnerable teenage male driver, as I saw it at the time, someone whom I never met in person at any time.

---In 1979, Mrs. Charlotte Olroyd, wife of Foster Olroyd and herself the chairman of the Collier County School Board, on her own initiative made a long-distance phone call to my apartment unit in Naples, Florida, in which she generously invited me to visit their family home in Immokalee, Florida, during my leisuretime and have dinner with her and other members of her family inside their family home. I accepted that very kind invitation and attended the event.

--In 1980 and 1981, Mrs. Inez Schmiesing, the wife of Hanska, Minnesota-area dairy farmer Wally Schmiesing, on her own initiative made several polite personal phone calls from her home to myself inside my rental apartment unit in New Ulm, Minnesota. In each of those phone calls, Mrs. Schmiesing invited me to visit her and her husband's farmhouse near Hanska for coffee and homemade pie, and the opportunity to meet in person with the most recent exchange-student young farmer from a foreign nation who was residing with the Schmiesings during that multi-month period.

---In 1980, Jason Redwood, a friendly former coworker of mine at "The Daily Texan" student newspaper on the campus of the University of Texas at Austin,  made a long-distance or local phone call to me inside my basement apartment unit in New Ulm, Minnesota, to inform me that he was in the process of driving from Austin, Texas, to New York City, New York, in order to attend Columbia University Law School there, and that Jason would be or was situated in my own city of residence, New Ulm, as part of Jason's multi-state road trip, he stated. He added that he would like to stay overnight in my apartment unit as a way of saving money on his road trip, I believe that Jason  indicated. I agreed to serve as his host during his one-day visit or overnight visit in the southwestern Minnesota city of New Ulm.

--In 1980 and 1981, Mrs. Ingrid Liedman, wife of New Ulm High School history instructor Lowell Liedman, made several phone calls to me on her own initiative in which she invited me to either play tennis with her in New Ulm, or to visit her and her husband's home in order to myself meet a foreign exchange student who was living with the Liedmans during that time period. 

---In 1980 or 1981, a woman named "Bonnie" probably made a phone call to me in my private rental residence in New Ulm, Minnesota, in which she very kindly invited me to visit her in her parents' home in St. Cloud, Minnesota, where she was recovering from having been physically abused and emotionally abused by a Hispanic male boyfriend or a Hispanic husband in a relationship that she chose to lawfully terminate. I accepted that invitation, and I do recall having visited St. Cloud in 1980 or 1981, including during a trip in which I applied for a reporting job at the Gannett-owned "St. Cloud Times" and I somehow managed to fail my written test after I interviewed well for that reporting job at the Times in St. Cloud. I am sure that I did speak in person with Bonnie in St. Cloud during my one or more trips to St. Cloud during my own leisuretime, and I may have also met her parents in connection with Bonnie's recovery from domestic violence allegedly inflicted on her by a Hispanic man.

--In 1981 or 1980, an older man in his 60s or possibly his 50s made a long-distance phone call to me in my private residence in New Ulm, Minnesota, in which he invited me to visit him and his cited male "friend" in his 50s or 60s as well, inside their home in a small town near Springfield, Minnesota. I declined the invitation, partly because I sensed that possibly one or both of those older men might possibly attempt to have physical contact with me of some type (a scenario I very emphatically and very definitely DID NOT want to have) if I agreed to visit them in their home. I sympathized with their plight, however, since they obviously had very little social life in their rural community, it seemed to me; but the prospect of my having any meeting with them struck me as very grim and unpleasant for me.

--In 1981 or 1982, during a period in which I resided in a three-bedroom apartment unit with two male roommates in Minneapolis near the campus of the University of Minnesota, Michael Crothers of southeast Minneapolis, himself a self-identified fiction writer 10 years older than me, strictly on his own initiative made two total strictly-personal phone calls to me in which he invited me to join him at a weekly party and social hour being sponsored by the center for foreign students on the campus of the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis. 

---In 1981 or 1982, during a period in which I resided in a rental apartment unit at Franklin Heights apartments in south Minneapolis, I received a strictly-personal and unsolicited phone call from a female adult native of Greece whom I had met in person in Minneapolis, and who stated to me that she would like to get together with me in Minneapolis for an outing involving herself, her eight-year-old (?) son, and myself. She indicated that she was a divorced woman raising her young son alone.

--In 1982, Arnold Wong, a male adult neighbor of mine at Franklin Heights Apartments situated at the intersection of Hennepin Avenue and Franklin, made some or several apparently friendly phone calls to me on his own initiative in which he emphasized that he wanted to help me develop a wardrobe for myself that would strike the right professorial and conservative note in my capacity as a teaching assistant serving as training director based inside the newsroom of the "Minnesota Daily" student newspaper on the campus of the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis. I accepted those invitations to accompany Arnold Wong on visits to used-clothing stores for affordable clothing that might help to make the right professorial fashion statement, as he emphasized, in my interactions with university students inside the "Minnesota Daily" newsroom.

--In 1982 or 1983, during a period when I resided inside an inactive fraternity house on the campus of the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis, I received two total separate unsolicited strictly-personal phone calls from University of Minnesota undergraduate student Mark H.B. Williamson, who invited me to join him for an outing to a campus-area restaurant that serves alcohol. We had pleasant and cheerful outings together, with Mark H.B. Williamson commenting to me inside one of those campus-area restaurants in 1982 or 1983 as each of us drank alcohol with our meal, that "talking with you is like reading 'The New Yorker' magazine" (exact quote), he stated.

--During the period from 1982 through early 1984, a female coworker of mine at the "Minnesota Daily" student newspaper on the University of Minnesota campus in Minneapolis, Christen Pistulka, a native of Seaforth, Minnesota, made numerous unsolicited strictly-personal friendly phone calls to me at my rental unit from her apartment unit also near the campus of that public university. Christen Pistulka in her personal phone calls to me on her own initiative frequently emphasized to me that she had just been on her most recent first-time romantic date with a male prince or member of the royalty from a Far East Asian nation, and that that Far East Asian gentleman had asked her to marry him after one total date with her in Minneapolis, she stated. In her phone calls to me, she also frequently referred to her boyfriend in Sweden, Leif, with whom she was pursuing a very passionate long-distance love relationship through an exchange of letters only, she said. She emphasized that of course she was very hopeful that she and Leif would have the opportunity in the near future to either meet in person or meet again in person (I forget which was the expectation she cited).

--In 1983 or 1984, Kathy Cabble, a former coworker of mine at "The Daily Texan" student newspaper on the campus of UT-Austin, made one or more personal long-distance phone calls to me at my efficiency apartment unit near the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis. In each of those phone calls, Kathy repeatedly declared that she loved me a lot. She mentioned that she herself was a photographer for the "St. Petersburg (FL) Times and Independent" daily newspaper, and that working for a top newspaper in the United States was "not that big of a deal," she said, since the routines were very similar for a newspaper photographer regardless of whether her employer was a very prestigious and award-winning daily newspaper like the one she had been hired by in St. Petersburg, she said. "I (Kathy Cabble) still have to get up every morning and so the same everyday routines like I did in the days when I worked for the Clarksville, Tennessee, newspaper or the small-town newspaper in South Carolina where I previously worked," she said (approximate quote).

--In 1983 or 1984, one schoolmate of mine at the University of Minnesota Graduate School of Journalism and Mass Communications, Bob Roos, made one total phone call to me at my top-floor efficiency apartment unit near the campus of that university in Minneapolis, with Bob Roos having stated in that phone call that "I'm (Bob Roos) having problems with my (Bob Roos's) wife, so I need a place to stay for a brief period. I would like to ask if you are willing to let me bring a sleeping bag into your apartment and stay overnight on the floor in your apartment?" (approximate quote).

--In 1984 or 1983, a coworker of mine at "The Minnesota Daily" student newspaper, Peter Kizilos, himself a Yale University alumnus who had written his thesis (?) paper there on organizational psychology, from what he told me, and who was himself attending classes in the early or mid-1980s at the University of Minnesota, made one total unsolicited local phone call to me at my second-floor efficiency apartment and repeatedly and emphatically stated to me, "Do you agree with me (Peter Kizilos) that Victoria Sloan is very paranoid?", with myself repeatedly declining from my end of the phone line to offer my own opinion on that subject and Peter repeatedly persisting with that question by repeating it over and over again throughout that entire one-topic phone conversation. Although the phone call referred to the editor in chief of the "Minnesota Daily", the phone call was apparently made from Peter Kizilos's own apartment unit. At no time did I say "yes" to Peter's question, partly because I sensed that I might then have been quoted by Peter on that subject to the editor in chief herself, Victoria Sloan.

--In 1982 or 1983 or possibly 1984, a colleague of mine on the "Minnesota Daily" student newspaper may have possibly made a phone call to me at my rental apartment in connection with a request that I volunteer to participate in a project to help an Anglo female "Minnesota Daily" staff member move her belongings from the apartment or home in Minneapolis where a boyfriend of hers had physically and emotionally abused her, to a temporary new residence for that female "Minnesota Daily" staff member. I agreed to assist on that, and did participate in that relocation project aimed at protecting the personal safety of that female "Minnesota Daily" student newspaper coworker. It seems to me now that possibly Victoria Sloan, one of the top editors at that student newspaper, had spearheaded the attempt to help save the life of her female coworker through that relocation project in which we each volunteered to help. "You (John McMillan) are not a wimp!", Victoria Sloan declared to me in person shortly after I showed up early in the morning to the site requested of me in order to help re-locate our female "Minnesota Daily" coworker, with myself expressing doubts at the time about whether it was a wise idea to pursue that top-secret project in a context in which the allegedly abusive boyfriend might possibly confront our group and turn violent on us, I believe I indicated to someone in that group, and possibly to Victoria herself. I believe I may have also indicated to Victoria or someone else in the relocation-project group that it could be unwise to pursue something like that without help from a Minneapolis Police Department officer or Hennepin County Sheriff's Office deputy being physically present while on duty to assist with the re-location project.
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"We're going to make you (John McMillan) a star!" the same Victoria Sloan also declared to me one day inside the newsroom of "The Minnesota Daily" student newspaper, with the context and significance of her in-person comment to me being a complete mystery to me.

---In 1983 and 1984, a self-identified "unpublished fiction writer" in Minneapolis and University of Minnesota Math Department employee, Max Alberts, made numerous unsolicited phone calls to me at my campus-area efficiency apartment unit in which he stated, among other things, that he himself was "an expert on Canadian fiction" and that he himself had been informed by a Minneapolis psychotherapist he had consulted that because Max Alberts was a "pathological liar", according to that therapist, it would be pointless for Max Alberts to continue meeting with that therapist, Max Alberts stated. It was the therapist's firm belief that it would be completely impossible to cure Max Alberts of his own pathological dishonesty, Max Alberts stated. Max Alberts also stated repeatedly that he himself was a recovering alcoholic.

--In 1983 or 1984, a former roommate of mine at Washington University in St. Louis, Roland Klose of either St. Louis, Missouri, or possibly Kentucky or Tennessee during that time period, made one total unsolicited long-distance phone call to me inside my top-floor efficiency apartment unit in Minneapolis. In that phone call, Roland Klose emphasized that he was very disappointed to note that I was either not sending him personal letters anymore or that the reply personal letters I did mail to him by U.S. Postal Service were "information-poor", as Roland Klose put it with very apparent dissatisfaction toward me.

--In 1984, during a period in which I resided in Worcester, Massachusetts, a friendly married woman named Sylvia probably made a local phone call to me inside my rental residence in which Sylvia invited me to attend a "Trivial Puruit" board game party inside her and her husband's home in the Worcester area. I accepted that very generous invitation and attended the event.

--In 1984, during a period in which I resided in Worcester, Massachusetts, a friendly resident of the Worcester area, a married woman with the first name of Sylvia, on her own initiative made a local phone call to me inside my rental residence and asked me if I would like to join her and her husband on a trip to Cambridge, Massachusetts, in order to attend a "'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' Party" being hosted by a female friend of Sylvia's inside the former woman's condo unit in Cambridge. I accepted the invitation and attended that event.

--In 1984, during a period in which I resided in an apartment unit in Worcester, Massachusetts, one local resident previously from Wisconsin, on his own volition made some or several strictly-personal phone calls to me inside my residence in which he invited me to join him and friends of his for an outing. I accepted those invitations and went on those outings.

---In either 1984 or 1985, during a period in which I resided in either Worcester, Mass., Boston, Mass., or Cambridge, Mass., my personal friend Carol See of Columbia, Maryland, herself a former classmate of mine at Washington University in St. Louis, on her own volition made a much-appreciated long-distance phone call to me at my private residence in the Bay State, in which she invited me to attend the wedding for herself and her husband, Dr. Dana Wollney, who had been employed during that period as a medical intern at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, I believe she indicated. I accepted the invitation and attended the wedding, which took place in Maryland.

--In early or mid-1985, during a period when I resided alone in an efficiency apartment on Beacon Hill in Boston, Massachusetts, a former Stephen F. Austin High School debate squad colleague of mine during my and her high school days, Sarah Goodfriend, made one total unsolicited long-distance phone call to me that year from the Washington, D.C., area, or possibly from North Carolina. In that phone call, Sarah Goodfriend volunteered to me that she knew of a male graduate student in English at Harvard University in Cambridge, Massachusetts, a "Michael Schwarz" (sp? Schwartz?), she said, whom Sarah Goodfriend strongly recommended that I meet in person during my own leisuretime.

--In 1985, during a period in which I resided alone in a top-floor efficiency apartment on the third (?) floor of an apartment building on Beacon Hill in Boston, Joe Gaken, a staff member for the Berkeley College of Music in Boston, on his own initiative made a local phone call to me inside my apartment unit in which he stated, "I would like to ask you to room with me. There is just one thing you need to know about me (Joe Gaken). I like to get beaten and whipped. So if you agree to room with me, I will be having romantic partners inside our apartment unit who will be physically beating and whipping me (Joe Gaken) inside my own bedroom. Are you interested in rooming with me?" I politely declined that invitation, and added in an also-polite manner that I personally believed that Joe might want to consider seeking counseling in order to eliminate  sadomasochistic physical torture of his body in his own "romantic" life.

--In 1985, during a period in which I resided alone on Beacon Hill in Boston, I received one total unsolicited personal phone call I can recall from a former upstate New York resident named Joe Gaken, himself a staff member at the Berkeley College of Music in Boston. The phone call from Joe was exclusively focused on his wanting to know how my outing the evening before with a male Harvard post-graduate student specializing in Far East Asian studies had gone. "So how did it go with that Harvard doctoral student in Far East Asian studies?" (approximate quote), Joe asked with surprising intensity in his tone of voice from his end of the phone line. I may have replied that the Harvard student, a gentleman at least 10 years older than me, had accused me during that onetime and last-ever meeting I had with him of "bouncing ideas off of me (the Harvard PhD student), and of using me (the Harvard student) as an outlet for your (John McMillan's) own brainstorming," or words to that effect.

--In 1988 or 1989, a blond adult male self-identified fundamentalist Christian gentleman in El Campo, Daryl Charbula, made several nighttime phone calls to my duplex apartment unit in El Campo, Texas, just before I was about to go to bed that night, in which he frequently described at length on the telephone why he was very happy to be leading an honorable Christian lifestyle in El Campo, with Daryl emphasizing the dominant role of the husband toward the wife in a harmonious Christian marriage.

--Former "Daily Texan" student newspaper coworker Mrs. Margaret Watson made one total unsolicited phone call to me in 1990 or 1991, a long-distance phone call from her Dallas home that I received inside my second-floor apartment unit in the west Texas city of Sweetwater. In that unsolicited strictly-personal phone call, Margaret Watson volunteered to me, "Jann Snell (a former coworker of mine at 'The Daily Texan') always did have a thing for you, John." Also in that phone call, Margaret Watson volunteered to me that "there is a current attempt by numerous Texans to straighten (sic) you (John Kevin McMillan) out." She did not elaborate as to what she referred. She made the phone call to me during a period when I was employed full-time as a reporter at a daily newspaper, "The Sweetwater Reporter", in Nolan County, Texas.

--In the summer of 1991, during a period in which I resided in a rental home in Cuero, Texas, I received a completely unsolicited long-distance phone call inside my rental home from Kevin Morris, then a permanent resident of Sweetwater, Texas, and a former resident of Oreville, California, whom I had met in 1990 when he was employed as a waiter inside a Pizza Hut chain restaurant in Sweetwater. In the summer of 1991 phone call, Kevin explained that he and his biological female girlfriend had been visiting in El Paso, Texas, but got stranded there without enough money, he said. He asked if I would be willing to send him $50 or so by Western Union, so that he and his girlfriend could then return home to Sweetwater from El Paso. I honored his request on that one occasion.

--In 1996, Mrs. Kathy Clark, a professional adult-education coordinator with the Denver City Independent School District and the wife of Yoakum County District Attorney Richard Clark, made a kind unsolicited personal phone call to me in Denver City, Texas, which she invited me to visit her and her husband's family home in Denver City, Texas, during my leisuretime and receive free gifts to myself of used items of apparel owned by District Attorney Clark---a tall gentleman, as I myself am--- that he no longer had a need for, since he had recently lost a lot of weight, Mrs. Clark politely indicated to me on the telephone. I accepted that very generous invitation, and I enjoyed a very pleasant visit inside her and District Attorney Clark's home in Denver City. During my visit inside their home, I spoke briefly with their polite teenage son, Justin Clark, a student at Denver City High School.

--In the late 1990s, during a period in which I resided at ViewPoint Apartments near the campus of the University of Texas at Austin, Angie Way of Big Spring, Texas, on her own initiative made several kind and encouraging long-distance phone calls to me from her home in the west Texas city of Big Spring.

--In 1999, my one total younger sister, Mrs. Julie McMillan Lechtenberger of Houston, made one total unsolicited strictly-personal phone call to me at my efficiency apartment unit situated along a fraternity row near the University of Texas at Austin campus, in which she volunteered, among other things, "I (Julie) believe very strongly that you should only date persons who are of your approximate (sic) age (sic)." She offered me that unsolicited advice during a multi-year period in which I myself was completely celibate throughout any and all of my own conscious or waking hours. It appeared to me at the time that Julie had made that surprise phone call to me because she possibly sought to warn me against any hypothetical future scenario that might ever develop in that neighborhood several blocks from the UT-Austin campus in which I might somehow ever conceivably have any sexual contact of any type with any University of Texas at Austin student in that student's twenties or late teens.

--In 1997 or 2007, and possibly on two separate occasions on both of those years, my oldest brother, Kent Neal McMillan of the Austin area of Texas, made one total unsolicited phone call to me at my apartment unit in Austin in which Kent stated, either in a voice-mail phone message for me or during a phone conversation in a call he made to me from his and his wife's home in Austin or Westlake Hills, "I'm (Kent) afraid (sic) I (Kent) have some bad (sic) news (sic) for you (brother John). Your father (or possibly the relative Kent cited was Mother) has died."

--In the 1990s and 21st Century, numerous amateur tennis players and other racquet-sports athletes in Texas each may have made at least one strictly-personal phone call to me inside my private residence in which he (or she) invited me to play tennis or racquetball or squash with themselves in Texas. Among those friendly athletes making strictly-personal phone calls to me during my leisuretime were a Mr. Hunter, himself an instructor for a community college in Sweetwater, Texas, and a married man; Dan Knezek, a Michigan State University alumnus employed as a computer programmer in Austin, Texas; and Bell McBride, a State-certified professional real estate agent residing in a small town in Central Texas.

---In 2002 or so, an African-American female former classmate of mine at Stephen F. Austin High School, Ms. Joni Hughes, strictly on her own initiative chose to leave an unsolicited, unrequested voice mail message with me on my home phone service inside my apartment unit in northwest Austin---a phone message in which Joni Hughes stated that she was very dismayed by the alleged ridiculing of myself and my one-member (myself, only) Progressive Prohibitionist Religion, accompanied by derisive laughter, that friends of former AHS classmate Susan Stice attending the reunion event with Susan had allegedly verbalized a matter of hours before at the outdoor Stephen F. Austin High Class of '75 reunion picnic at Westlake Beach near Austin. In her phone message to me, or possibly in a phone conversation I later had with her when I returned her phone message, Joni Hughes stated that several men who had been drinking alcohol at that  high school class reunion outdoor picnic reportedly very loudly declared that my own non-Christian religion's cited very high priority on befriending children and persons under age 21 "proves that John McMillan is an alleged pederast," Joni Hughes quoted those men as having stated, either in her phone message to me or in the follow-up phone call I myself made to her in direct response to her phone message.

--In 2008 or 2007, I believe it was, a former waitstaff coworker of mine at IHOP Duval franchise-owned chain restaurant in northwest Austin, Jesse Weaver, a recent alumnus of Anderson High School in Austin, made one total unsolicited personal phone call to me at my apartment unit in which Jesse volunteered to me that he would like to treat me to a birthday meal for myself inside a restaurant (Truluck's seafood restaurant) that Jesse liked quite a bit, he indicated. I accepted that invitation and was of course polite to him throughout our one total two-person dining experience. I did thank him for generously treating me to that meal.

---On numerous occasions over a multi-decade period, my older brother in California and Washington State and other cited states of residence, Dr. Michael Kim McMillan, made long-distance phone calls to me inside my various apartment units in which Michael stated, "Merry Christmas!" or "Happy Birthday!" or "Happy New Year!", with Michael often punctuating his comment with cheerful-sounding laughter from his end of the phone line and generally no elaboration from him other than the opening two-word or three-word greeting.

to be continued.