Here we are starting a series which I will call "Forks in the Road." It is not a commercial for some steakhouse. We will explore some of the possible outcomes had our protagonist taken different roads in his journey through life. I have struggled a bit with the decision first person or third. Third person would be a thin disguise, and moreover, I would have to choose an alias for myself. On the other hand, first person seems a bit self-serving, and I have done a lot of that on this blog.
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.