Forks in the Road

Maybe it's because I'm sitting here at age 45 watching the kids in the tub, but while watching "The Devil Wears Prada" (with frequent pauses to deal with assorted domestic crises) this New Years Evening I had another epiphany regarding how things might be different. If I'd had the vision to follow my bliss to RIT and avoid being sent to Mount Vernon Nazarene College I might be shooting fashion in Paris instead. Or had I come back from Japan and sent a blind letter to the Smithsonian HR office... But either of those would have resulted in three fewer marriages and four fewer children. Hmmm.