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; | 5 |
| Then |
ode to Marcus Evans…
Last night, a reader in California whom I have never met, and doesn’t work in the same industry sent me a message on facebook telling me how he liked “ode to Marcus Evans…” blog entry so much he printed out …