The Road Less Traveled

My friend Jeff is at a crossroads in his life. Swede has been teaching him Music Theory off-and-on now for a year or so, hoping that Jeff would use it to try to get into music school. Jeff has not been studying guitar for long, and his playing is exquisite.

Jeff went to Trader Joe's to get a job, because he heard they have the best benefits and get raises three times a year. Some store clerks make $18 an hour. It was all sounding really good, but during the interview, when they asked him what he was interested in, he felt a dischord that haunted him. He couldn't really think of anything, so out comes, "Wine... I like learning about wines." It is very apparent to him in that moment, that this is not the road leading to his dreams.

So, over a glass of wine, Swede, Jeff and I toasted Jeff's decision to go to music school!

Here's to you!

The Road Less Traveled—by Robert Frost

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;

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.