Tall Tales

There is going to be a speech contest, but it is a tall tales speech contest. Paul Bunyan is the only tall tale that I know. I've been trying to come up with a topic or gimmick that I can make into a tall tale, but nothing yet.

I received a best performance for my rendition of the the "Cremation of Sam McGee"--I memorized it in grade school, but I've been telling it to girl scouts for years, so it came back to me like riding a bike. I have to admit, I've been a little lazy in toastmasters for the summer. I've given three speeches, but they've all be off the cuff with no preparation. I'd like to rise to the challenge of a contest, but I really have no ideas for any tall tales. Oh well.

I gave a seminar last week about debt collection. At the lunch break before it was time for me to speak, one of the gals taking the class asked me if I was nervous. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what she was talking about. Of course, she wondered if I was nervous about public speaking. Boy, I just wasn't. Give me a crowd when I've got something to say and I'm set. The problem is having something of value to say.