“…What I’m Talking About.”

This is not what I'm talking about.  Well, to be honest, it is a story I've told several times lately. I do it for the cheap laugh. And I'd like to write it here and retire the story. (That is the mission of Net Cotton Content.) Las Vegas, of...

No Talking

I have a long relationship with talking.  I've been talking since I was little. As a teenager, when I would ask, "May I please be excused?" from the dinner table, the answer was routinely, "Not yet." My parents would hold me hostage. I...