The last public event that I attended was on March 6, 2020. It was the annual joint meeting of The Chicago Literary Club and The Fortnightly of Chicago. About 200 folks gathered at the famed Lathrop House – home of the Fortnightly. Two members of each organization (including yours truly) were invited to deliver a twelve minute paper to those in attendance (the paper is online at http://www.chilit.org). The topic for each presenter – “The Fork in the Road.” Little did we know. . . . .
There are many things over which we have no control – the calendar, the lottery of birth, the tyranny of the clock, gravity, physics and biology all have their way with our lives whether we like it or not. But there is an abbondanza of decisions for which we have a hand on the wheel — at least somewhat. There are big decisions (should I ask her to marry me?) and little decisions (hmmm. . . chicken noodle soup or beet salad?).
Every day, the decisions – the roads and forks – keep coming. And while we may see the fork in the road, we don’t always see what lies ahead. And as each one of us knows – life can turn on a dime. We all have a narrative about how in the world we ended up where we are today. An agglomeration of forks, bumps, twists and turns. “Poof” – here we are.
Covid-19 has been a painful fork in the road over which the world has had little control. Little did I know on that evening of March 6th the irony of my presentation. And what the road would bring. And as I sit here today – I wonder how long that road will last. . . .