|The Road Not Taken|
I was telling Lina and Shelley today about Leon, a man I met at around the same time I met David, now my husband. I was crazy about Leon. He looked so much like Robert DeNiro that hostesses rushed to give him tables in crowded restaurants. He loved his family. He adored traveling. He was sexy.
But I chose David. He has no resemblance whatsoever to DeNiro. He doesn’t care about traveling and he’s not the family man Leon was. I can’t tell you the exact reasons I decided to be with David, and they don’t matter at this point. I’ve been with him for almost eight years.
As I told the saga of Leon, I thought about Robert Frost’s poem The Road Not Taken and all the different roads I took.
The Daily News offered to give me back my job as a feature writer, a year after I was laid off. Although I wanted to return, I declined the job and stayed at Fairchild Publications, where I later became a Publisher.
I chose to go to Syracuse University instead of Queens College, the city school near my home. I hated Syracuse and promptly left after the first semester, worked for nine months and went to New York University, where I met my (first) husband.
I decided to sit near the front of a plane on a trip back from Atlanta, instead of with my friend, in the smoking section in the back. Sitting next to me was a man I’d be involved with for 12 years.