I talk a lot. You don't need to remind me. I know it. That gift is what makes me a prolific writer and
blogger. I have more to say than I could ever write. I'm curious, love to provoke others, enjoy sharing, can't learn enough, and love people.
Yesterday, while attending a chamber Annual Meeting, you could find me hopping from one conversation to another. Asking questions, listening and commenting on the answers, and recruiting members to join our Education Committee. I am my mother's son. She talked a lot, too. But I also am my father's son, who listened to every word he could hear, who was an avaricious reader and who knew more about 
a variety of things than one can imagine possible. Both of my parents were popular: my mom because she was the life of a party and often said very funny things (not always meaning to be funny); my dad because he was a nice guy who people wanted to be around.
During yesterday's meeting, most of the people I talked with also know my life. We are
like my parents in many ways; she is more like my father. Anyway, one woman told me that I was very different from Kay (my wife). "You talk a lot," she said. Yep. I do. But was she simply commenting about our differences or was she telling me to talk less and listen more?
Hmm! There is a fine line, isn't there? Lessons to be learned? Personally and Professionally.
