When I was a little boy, my Mother used to read to me every night before I went to sleep. It was mostly short stories for kids, but to keep it interesting, every now and then she would throw in a poem. One of the poems that she would read to me was this.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
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;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.
At a very early age, my Mother taught me that it was okay to be different, and it was okay not to follow the crowd. Girls of Pacific Coast Highway is very much so a tribute to that fiercely independent streak in me that my Mother so carefully nurtured. Without my Mother’s love, care, and devotion, I would not be the man I am today. So I dedicate my life’s work to her. I’m not sure she would completely approve, and I know she wouldn’t be a bit surprised, but I’m pretty sure she would be very proud.
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