You may think that because I occasionally take a time out that I am a person of few words. Just the opposite is true. If a story can be told in 10 words, I will tell it in 50. It has always been so.
I can start to tell a story about my brother's first date and end up telling you the names of everyone he ever dated, where they went to school and who they eventually married. Ask me how the weather is here in Newburgh and I will tell you what the weather was like on this date a year ago, if we are above or below average in precipitation and what tomorrow's forecast is likely to be.
My mother told me that I was born talking and it appears I haven't stopped. Being a talker comes naturally, though, as my mother suffered from the same malady. I have been known to say she could beat a subject to death with words. Alas, I have inherited that trait.
Being a talker does not come without consequences. My family rolls their eyes after a five minute marathon of talk, they get glazed looks on their faces and then come the sighs of impatience.
That's why I started this blog, you know. I figure there are so many words stuffed down inside me and this is the best way to get some of them out. If I talk/write too much, though, please don't roll your eyes, get a glazed look on your face or sigh. There's a whole more to be said.