After telling my third story for the evening to a very small group of adults and children gathered in the shade beneath a large live oak tree, the 8-ish or 9-ish youngster, the son of a friend, said, as he punched his thumbs into the screen of his cell phone:
"Mister, you sure do talk a lot."
"Perhaps I do, Franklin, perhaps I do. I just tell stories," I said.
"Because SOMEONE must..... "
Then added, "Having fun with Angry Birds?"
"How'd you know?" looking up from his little cell phone.
"Just a guess, Franklin, just a guess."