Fork One
The lad is offered a choice, along with parental bribery to tilt the playing field in the desired parental direction. As he starts along the road to secondary education, the fork to the left offers public schooling, to the right lies parochial education. Always a people-pleaser, the boy chooses the path associated with the bribe. Thus the next several years of his education are in a parochial school environment. Then as he approaches his senior year, the youngster rears up on his hind legs and asserts that he is transferring to the public school.
Which is what happens, and the boy graduates from the public high school; that is, the road taken years earlier converges with the road not taken, and the end result is the same. Sometimes a road forks, the branches enclosing a deep dark woods which remains unexplored except for the view of the roadside scenery along the route chosen, then flows back into itself on the other side of the woods. C'est la vie.
At the fork above, take a right, stop by and visit us. Or swing on around to the left to Illinois, Missouri, Kansas and Colorado, and beyond, or wheresoever your whim may demand. That's my wheel standing there waiting to take me to the house.
8 comments:
Your account for today has a ring of familiarity about it.
Third person is so distancing...nameless third person even more so. So please - use "I" and "me" and names...
That said, some pretty writing here...
The road to happiness and success is typically a crooked path with lots of obstacles and challenges along the way. It's the journey, they say.
Chuck, true. Different angle, same story.
Grace, thanks for the counsel. I shall consider that.
Lin, that has proven to be so in my case, at any event.
I just read the post that you linked to (was that there this morning when I first read this post) and I busted out laughing "...there was no third place."
Grace, yes, the link was there. But for some reason, blogger does not highlight my links in any obvious way, so if I don't do something to call attention to it, it is easily missed. So I went back and added some color, so to speak.
Sounds braided as well as forked. There are always so many what ifs in life. This will be an interesting series. Just to be ornery and contradict Grace, I like third person- kinda tongue-in-cheek.
Shark, my diagram does look a bit like a braid, now that you mention it. The writing itself is not going as smoothly as I pictured it in my three a.m. imagination. We'll see how it goes. If it goes.
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