That questioning look, I’ve seen it throughout my life. Parents, educators, friends, my daughter and now my my granddaughter. Sometimes the look is what were you thinking or you shouldn’t have done that. Are you crazy, or silly grandpa. Pity a dream you followed perhaps it was a mistake. The face in the lampshade a knowing sadness, compassion but no answer. I see that face too often. What comes next? Is the road less traveled a dead end? peace pjc
no way is the road less traveled a dead end
My mom lived in Penacook NH when she was a child on Electric Avenue, fifty years or so later after NH built a throughway and the Ave was divided into two streets a sign was put out by the city at the end of Electric Avenue reading No Outlet. Just an abstract thought on dead ends. peace pjc