I shall be telling with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…
Do you ever wonder about all those “other roads” you have not taken? There’s two I can think of right now.
Early in my career, I was writing curriculum for the State of Hawaii when a private film company contracted me to write a script to be produced for high school students. This was followed by an offer for a full time job as a script writer. A script writer vs. a curriculum writer. It was clear which would get me to Hollywood. I began leaning toward the more romantic, the more artsy…the less conservative. After weeks of living life as a pendulum, I swung back to my mother’s voice : “Stay with the State. It’s more secure and when you retire, you’re going to need that State retirement and health insurance.”
Another road diverged soon after. During those early years as a classroom teacher, I spent my summers away from Hawaii, knowing I needed to return to the students, refreshed with new experiences. One summer I sent a letter to a ranch in Nebraska, offering to be their summer cook. I pictured all the ranch hands around the rectangular wooden table, asking for seconds of my food cooked with soy sauce. I’ve seen enough John Wayne westerns to know some of those ranch hands are the Marlboro man
“My men would enjoy teriyaki steaks and sushi for a change,” the rancher said with a chuckle, and he offered me the job. At the last minute, I turned into a chicken.
I wonder what my life would have become, had I taken the road less traveled.
Having a drink right now with Jim and Steve as in Cameron and Spielberg?
Having my own Cowboy Cuisine TV show? Riding with the Marlboro Man?
How about you? Let’s hear of your road not taken.