It seems I had came to the fork in the road at least two times in my life. Probably the first was during the seventies. It was a time when some of the teens at my school were getting high. Everyone knew someone who getting high. I couldn't see what all the hype was about smoking a home made cigarette that cost a whole dollar and made you hungry. So smoking a joint was out of the question for me. I figured if it made you stipid enough to pay so much for it then I wanted nothing to do with it. So I took the road less traveled and left a few friends on a road different than mine with bloodshot eyes and messed up minds. I headed off to college. There were weed heads there too but most of them lived in the dorm nicknamed "The Zoo."

When you leave your parents' home and continue on life's journey, you really do choose which path you will take. One day your seventeen and then you wake up one morning forty-eight. Where did the time go? JFK, Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy, race riots, man on the moon, bra burnings, Black Power, Vietnam, Nixon really was a crook, Ford, Carter, the hostage crisis, Regan really did not remember, the arms deal, Ollie North, Murphy Brown had a baby, How do you spell potato?, Bush, Clinton, hanging chads, Bush wacked, 911, WAR, and It's "the economy stupid" part II all seem to have happened so fast. Moments that "seemed to have happened like yesterday."

Most my yesterdays are filled with love, especially my adult years. When I took the road less traveled I met my best friend and married him. "And that has made all the difference." (l. 20)