After writing my previous post I started thinking about all the "chit-chat" and small talk that people do. Of course I don't do it because I'm terrible at it. What is it that I do that is so wrong? I can't see the spaces people leave for me to talk, they go past and I never realized they were there, when I do see what I think is an opening a couple of things can happen, usually, by the time I start to speak, someone else is already there talking so I never start. The other thing that happens is I go ahead and talk and realize as I'm speaking that I've barged in on someone else's (all the dictionary software, spell check and Merriam Webster on line claim I can't write it that way, but how else can I write the possessive form of else?! It belongs to someone else, it is someone else's. Bah!) turn. What ends up happening is that I sit quietly and listen, and so get the reputation of being a "good listener." Whatever. So I don't do small talk, if you want to DEBATE now, that is a totally different story, I'll argue either side of whatever you want to talk about just for fun. Also I'm up for purposeful conversation, ones designed to actually impart information, which other people tell me are actually me giving "lectures" to them :-) That's as close as I can get to the small talk thing though so there.
I didn't make our local Tea Party , but it pulled hundreds of people as well... Tea, anyone? from Father Hollywood by Father Hollywood Like hundreds of thousands of other Americans, the Hollywoods enjoyed a tea party this past Wednesday. "Tea party" (wink wink). Nothing subversive about sipping a little Darjeeling, eh wot? Nothing to see here, Miss Napolitano. Anyway, our local festivities were held at Veterans Memorial Boulevard in Metairie. There were literally thousands of people crammed into the neutral ground (though on that day, the ground was anything but...), as cars and trucks poured by the busy boulevard laing on their horns in support. Here are pictures. And like every such gathering in our environs, there was even a brass band and an improptu "second line" parade. It was a "party" after all. But it was a party with a serious reason. The crowds were so overwhelming that it was hard to hear the speakers, and unfortunately, we did have a fe...
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