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Sunday Sept. 27, 2015


The late Yogi Berra’s yogi-isms will live long …

My favourite: "When you come to a fork in the road, take it". He explained it as directions – to his home on a long loop road. When you arrived at that fork it didn’t matter whether you went left or right, it was the same distance.

I love Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken: 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

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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,

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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.

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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.

Take a fork. Choose a path. Travel together – or go it alone.

Always a choice.

Alone can be lonely. Every fork, a choice. Every path choice. A decision. If you are travelling alone on my path, please lead, follow, or get out of my way.

Or … take my hand. On different paths – sometimes we travel alone. Sometimes we hold someone’s hand.


Mark Kolke

P.S.: --- watch for it: 8:11PM Eastern, tonight through to 1:22AM Eastern … that’s eclipse time; a great combo of super-moon and lunar eclipse …

written / published from Calgary, AB

morning walk:  8C/46F, sunny/chilly first thing – a very long walk, lots of caffeine … a hunker down to work day ahead – and Gusta will have to get play time later …

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Secret sauce indeed, KD, Olds, AB


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