Dogs Don’t Talk

Books by Chris Brogan
                            Books by Chris Brogan

At our son’s second grade parent teacher conference, she told us how he did not follow directions in class. She read a story and instructed the students to tell her what the dog would have said if the dog could talk. Chris replied “Dogs don’t talk.” She explained to us in great detail how important it was for Chris to learn “what if” thinking. She encouraged us to work with Chris to help him understand “what if dogs could talk.”  When she completed her speech, Steve said, “Dogs don’t talk.” That was the end of our conference.

Over the years, the statement “Dogs don’t talk.” has been part of our language. It is used when something doesn’t make sense or is not logical.

Every morning I send out a “Good Morning” message to family members and a few friends. Last Friday, I asked a question of those folks in the Northeast who were experiencing snow fall. “How would you explain snow to someone who has never seen it before?”

I got some interesting answers:

  • Cold dust that sticks to itself.
  • Like frost in a freezer
  • Different sized/shaped ice shavings falling from the sky. Sometimes fluffy (less water in it) or sometimes mushy (too much water in it).
  • Like shaved ice only with airborne particulates instead of waterborne microbes.
  • Show them a picture.
  • A friend replied: I had to do that when I was in North Africa. Not sure how successful I was. Pictures really help.

Six people answered as soon as I asked the question. The next reply caused me to think about questions in general.

For the most part, we don’t really answer thought provoking questions on a regular basis, or at least Steve and I don’t. Most of our information is presented to us via television, or internet feeds, Facebook, Twitter, and weekly news magazines.

One guy could not figure out why I would ask such a silly question because he knew for a fact that I already knew what snow was like. After Hmmming and thinking, he  actually came up with some good answers and sent me three pictures as well. He said:

  • Explain that it freezes before it hits the ground.
  • Tell them the color.
  • Explain that temperature is a factor.
  • Show pictures of individual flakes and explain that no two flakes are the same.
  • Tell them that it takes thousands and thousands of them to make a pile.

My reluctant friend ended our texting marathon by asking, “What prompted your question? You know what snow is.”

I almost instantly replied “Dogs don’t talk.”


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Age of Chivalry Renaissance Festival



Reliving the days of chivalry is fun for any age. Steve and I had a fun time at the Age of Chivalry Renaissance Festival held at Sunset Park in Las Vegas this weekend.

Minstrels     Spinning

There was jousting, belly dancing, and minstrels providing entertainment along with demonstrations such as spinning.


This festival had the greatest offering of clothing I have seen to date.  One could buy complete outfits of period costumes including, blouses, vests, skirts, head pieces, shoes, and jewelry. Men could purchase kilts and monk outfits as well as period costumes.

Pirate     Pirates

Many of the costumes are made of heavy material about the same weight as upholstery. This outstanding pirate couple had heavy costumes. They acted the part in a fun and believable way. The quickness of his draw gave evidence that he practiced a long time with his pistols. They were a fun couple and added much to the festival.


I think this baby stroller was a very clever presentation of the renaissance time.


There were a goodly amount of swords offered for sale. There were wooden swords and shields right up to the finest ceremonial swords. Much of the day was nostalgic for me. I wished our sons could have been with us. We used to visit renaissance fairs when they were teenagers.


We got to meet some faeries and make wishes in their special magic faery house.


After a tasty lunch, we decided to call it a day. On our way out, we encountered a young man and his pet. The pet was very interested in everything and moved around a lot. They were both showmen.

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Class Reunion


My high school 50 years ago. 



Next year will be my 50th high school class reunion. I attended other class reunions and had a good time, but this one is different. This is the big one. This one spans a lifetime.

Yesterday I looked through my yearbook. Under each picture was the name and the person’s ambition. I wondered how many people did what they planned. How would they tell their story of the past 50 years?

Not everyone will attend a class reunion for various reasons. Shyness, distance, health, are but a few of the reasons for not wanting to attend. That is understandable, but do you ever wonder whatever happened to the people you graduated with? Did they fulfill their ambition? Are they happy or content?

Going to a reunion does not mean you would have the time or opportunity to talk with everyone and hear their story. Not everyone would be willing to answer your questions on the spot.

What if you could fill out a questionnaire and submit it to be part of a book to be published called “Class of 1965 – 50 years later.”

What would it contain?

Name in yearbook: This is the only non changeable entry.

Current name:

Your story: Fill in the blanks below or freelance.

Links to pictures and videos are welcome.

Places you have lived:



Jobs you have had:

Positions you have held:

Awards you have won:

What makes you happy:

This is your story – tell it the way you want.

I would compile all of the answer sheets into a book, format and publish it in a Kindle format. Using electronic format means we could include links to websites with pictures and videos.

What do you think? Is this a clever idea or what?

Suggestions please!

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We all have one a year whether we want to or not. When we start out in life, that first birthday is so important. We invite friends and family to watch our little one maneuver about and do what they are told, but not have the slightest idea about what is happening until they reach the second, third or sometimes fourth year of life.

My friend, Sue Turgeon, had several birthdays in her family to celebrate around the end of July. We often got together in her and Richard’s big back yard for the event. Everyone got their own birthday cake.

The year that Chris McTighe was three, I think, he was presented with a large sheet cake fully decorated with his favorite action heroes. He was sitting patiently on the picnic bench waiting for the candles to be lit. His mouth was even with the cake. I was waiting to take pictures. With a smile and an encouraging tilt of my head, Chris took a bite of the frosting as I snapped the picture. Chris took several bites as I took several pictures. Naughty me, but oh those pictures were great and everyone got a good laugh. Just for the record, I didn’t let him eat enough frosting to get sick.

Then come the little people parties. Those are the ones that are more difficult on the parents and sometimes the guests. I remember one party, just one because I refused to ever go again, at Chuck E Cheese. I think everyone but Steve and me were seasoned pros at that fine establishment.

Everything about the party at Chuck E Cheese was good except the children. They ran from place to place faster than my eyes could follow. I was asked to keep an eye on my niece, but that was impossible. I take my duties seriously and I was soon a nervous wreck.

I have enjoyed so many wonderful birthdays; my own as well as other people’s. I do enjoy celebrating birthdays. To me it is celebrating the person.

Today is my birthday. Although it is still early in my time zone, I have had a most delightful day. I have received cards in the mail, phone calls, electronic cards, Twitter messages, Facebook messages and sms messages. Every one of them is special.

As I thanked the people who sent me the messages, I thought about my relationship with that person and what we have shared. In many cases, I have many memories of lots of shared birthdays over the years.

Each memory was a gift. I remember the many parties at the Morrissey’s. The fun times with Sue and Jerry Thomas. My adorable godchild, Kathleen Cassidy, and the tons of parties we shared with her and her family. Miss Dazey with the beautiful cards. Karri Konga with her little girl excitement at her party. And I must mention our own sons, Chris and Thom, themselves and their families. Life is good.

Now I have new friends in our new home in Las Vegas. I have online friends who are near and dear to me whom I have never met. I have friends who I have met only briefly, but they are all special to me.

Thank you all for taking the time to send a greeting because that touch is truly a gift. We are all in this life together. It is all good.

Have a great day and enjoy your birthday when that special day arrives.

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