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Showing posts with label just me. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Road Less Traveled by, Again

A favorite of mine, and of many, by Robert Frost (1874-1963).  The odd thing about it is that, while the story seems to describe a one-time event, it is really something that occurs over and over again ... at least it has seemed that way to me.
Way leads on to way ... always.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Some of my Counselors: Mark Belling

Mark Belling
Discovered Mark Belling's radio show on the web.  Mark occasionally substitutes on the Rush Limbaugh show.  That's how I heard of him.  He's my favorite Rush fill-in.  Comes across as very genuine.  Of all Rush's subs, I think Mark does the best "show prep."  He's dynamite on union issues.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Reading

I'm reading a yellowed, used, paper-back version.
I'm in my office.  The fan is on high.  Got some background music playing.  I'm kicked back in my favorite chair reading Cornelius Ryan's A Bridge Too Far.

Favorite TV Shows of the Past: Hercules

Saturday, October 2, 2010

King Archelaeus and Me

While getting a haircut this morning, and trying to ignore the barber's good natured, but tiresome chatter, it occurred to me that something I once read had bearing upon the situation.

Way back in the 5th Century, BC, a king named Archelaeus, of Macedonia, needed a trim.  His barber, talkative like the rest of his profession, asked the king how he would like his hair cut. "In silence," replied the king.

No telling what kind of a haircut I'd have got if I'd tried that one this morning.