Getting a title

Obviously the title of this blog is a play on the Robert Frost poem. A few years back (7 to 10 by now) my wife and I stopped by Robert Frost's house but he wasn't home. I guess we were fifty years too late. I like the idea of taking the road less travelled, many times in my life I've stuck upon the well trod path, and sometimes I have only ventured in direction that I can't travel in life in my minds eye. An imagined life is a well lived life. At least I imagine that it is.

When I was younger I read a biography of Thomas Wolfe. He was 6' 5" at a time when people weren't. I have been blessed with plenty of height as well. He grew up at 48 Spruce St. and I grew up at 46. He had a rocky relationship and I related when I went through my own travails, as probably people do when they grow up. He seemed to want to capture the world around him and so did I. I was amazed by the concrete coincidences I read about. I remember telling that to a poet one time who dismissed like "sure and then lightening struck and you were one in the same"; but I don't care, I still find the coincidences amazing and if any of his immense talent leaked through I'd be happy to receive the donation. I hope you enjoy the writing here, bloggers please link me, and please check back again as  I hope to be adding more material, and other interesting observation.

Thanks,

Gary.