This will come as no surprise to people who know me, I have to say. When I was just a young kid, my mother was called into the dreaded Teacher-Parent conference. She showed up at the school (without me knowing a thing about it) and the Teacher said. "It's about Brian." My Mother asked what was wrong. "Well," the teacher said, "Brian will talk to the little girl on his left. Brian will talk to the boy on his right. He'll talk to the child in front of him. He'll talk to the child behind him." With that, she leaned closer and said, "And when no one is there,
he'll talk to himself!"
When I say a break from talking and yabbering, I am painfully aware that decision is well deserved in my life. I started at a young age!
Somewhere, perhaps, there's a 62 year old woman who sat behind me in my 1st grade class. I hope she reads this. I also know what she'll say: "It's about time!"
