Bonjour mes amis! What a delight to make your acquaintances once more. Prior to getting under way, just a quick business item. Would anyone who is of the Tweeting persuasion be kind enough to add @dreadpsobriety. I would be eternally grateful, trying to increase my presence on said platform but just getting underway so any assistance would be especially lovely. I am planning on releasing “sneak peaks” and other small items that will be exclusive to Twitter. Additionally, for anyone who wants to be certain not to miss anything, please consider subscribing via email. There is a link at the bottom of the article and I’m thinking, come Christmas, perhaps it would be nice to send out a quasi-personalized season’s greeting message or something. Probably… Maybe… Get off my back already! Jeez! You’re not my real Dad!

I’m not going to lie, today’s article and poem title is one of my all-time favorites. Sometimes things just fall into place organically. What I mean to say is that I spent many hours slaving away attempting to discern the optimal title. I even used Calculus. Unfortunately the first order deriative was giving me zero. I’m sorry.

I’m not going to set the scene other than to say I once used the same quote (though not paraphrased) to start off a lame formality at my Alma Mater called the English Language Proficiency Exam, which I promptly failed. Something about my not answering the question posed, damn technicality. I stand vehemently in my position, a decade later, that one cannot fail someone at the ENGLISH language proficiency exam when the guilty party in question quotes Robert Frost at the top of the page. It’s just bad form. You dig?

“Frosty the Yeoman”, June 2, 2018

I heard that good fences always make the best neighbors

Though Frost’s notorious for his symbolic favors

The general consensus is that his true meaning

We’re better off together even if just yard cleaning

The eternal truth that lives within The Mending Wall

If we’re separated that’s precisely how we’ll fall

There’s even more to life than are drops in the ocean

If we can dispel such an antiquated notion.

If you haven’t read The Mending Wall check it out. It’s a beautiful work about two neighbors repairing a wall between their two properties. A true classic. I’ll concede my favorite will always be The Road Not Taken but this is a close second.

I’ll not monopolize your attentions further. Many thanks, comme toujours, and perhaps take a moment to consider whatever deviant forks YOU may have lying before.

“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.”

-Robert Frost,

featuring Alex Blaikie

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A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.