Driving along the back alleys I came to a fork in the road and stopped dead. Do I go left into the jagged woods where I can almost measure, with my mind’s eye, the length between each pair of trees, twin souls? Or should I go to the right, the straight and narrow bordering the sun stroke field, butterflies humming in the tall grass? I can’t decide! I ponder Robert Frost’s Road Not Taken and wonder … what about a Double Attack? Could I do both at once? This is going to take some thought.