Talk, Talk, Talk
We have a friend that we are very fond of. A chance meeting, when he completed our threesome on the golf course. You never know what your going to get when the course fills your empty spot on busy days, but Hank was a treat. He is a bad golfer and a very good sport. Just one thing....he has trouble talking about anything but himself. He was called on it once, "It's all about you Hank, isn't it?", at which point it admitted that was a problem for him but yet it continues. We sat with him for 3 hours last night and of that 3 hours I might have talked a total of 10 minutes, many of those minutes was me asking questions in regards to his discourse. He even manages to keep the Boy Scout's normal loquaciousness to a minimum. He did pointedly ask the appropriate questions, "How is your wrist?" "How is your work" and "How are the dogs?" and politely listened to the answers and then turned the conversation back to himself and, boy, this m...