A Fork In The Road

by Debra Mae White on April 1, 2012

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

– Robert Frost

The sound of steel guitars sizzled through the stadium. Fireworks flashed like lightening as Billy Gibbons’ fingers flew across the face of his instrument. The sight and sound fueled an electric pulse permeating the air as I soaked in the fifth rodeo performance of ZZ Top in Houston.

The little ole band from Texas had long won my heart. A lifelong mission of mine was to nary miss a performance of these iconic rock stars. In the moment the music started, a reverent memory came to mind. I recalled coming from New York to Houston in 1974, hoping to find work and a way to fit into the sultry southwest city.

Back then, a personnel agency I approached asked me to interview as a receptionist for the three young men known as ZZ Top. Alas, the hottest band in Texas had not yet made the New York scene and I missed my chance at the job because I had never heard of them.

I ended up at an insurance office instead and the rest, as they say, is history. Looking back I could never have known how the sharp, rhythmic sounds of soul that is ZZ Top would forever resonate with the pivot point of discovering my pathway through life.

For years I wondered what my life would have been if I had faked my way through that interview. Would I have dated Dusty? Or danced on stage? Would I have dared to dabble in my own dream of being a singing star?

What would I have become with the wild world of rock star worship at my beginning?

As it turns out, I sit a financial advisor by day – albeit an avid ZZ Top fan and aspiring writer by night. How could I have known the fork in the road would land here with an ode to three much loved musicians?

Savor the moment…

Debra Mae

{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

Susan Strickland April 2, 2012 at 8:02 am

Good one, Debra. Just think, you could have been a Roadie!


Debra Mae White April 2, 2012 at 8:18 am

Yeah, I used to fantasize about touring with a rock band. I think we all have a few “What if’s?”


Margaret Duarte April 13, 2012 at 10:00 pm

I love Robert Frost’s poem, Fork in the Road. And I love the way you used it to fuel this post. We all wonder at times, what if….


Debra Mae White April 14, 2012 at 9:23 am

Thanks for your comment Margaret. I saw your lovely post on favorite poems but I have so many I found it difficult to decide which one to mention. The Frost poem is perfect for this chapter of our lives – a time that is ripe with reflection.


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