No roadway in the world is more renowned or impressive than the ancient Roman Road, parts of which are still in use today. Modern highways throughout Europe and western Asia have been built over that solid two thousand year old foundation. Efficiently designed and dependably constructed, Caesars used to boast, “All roads lead to Rome.”
I have a little business on Atascocita Road. I can pull out on Atascocita Road and turn left to drive all the way to California, or right to Florida or New York. I guess I could boast that every road in the United States leads to my little restaurant.
Some roads are named after flowers or trees. Some are called by numbers. Some reflect the terrain over which they were built. Some suggest a destination. To get to my grandparents’ house as a boy, we used to take Hwy 51 to Cement Road to Main Street to C Street, turn up Doctor Van Drive and into a back alley that led to the Cutshall place. It’s easy to figure out how that route developed long ago. There’s a reason so many streets around here are called Pine, Timber, or Oak something.
My young waiters chuckled while they listened to my friend Jimmy and me reminisce about a two-lane tree-lined thoroughfare called Farm to Market 1960 out in the middle of nowhere that extended west to a pitted country lane known as Jack Rabbit Road south of Cypress and west of the old Spring Road before Mitchel Gas developed The Woodlands and Exxon-Mobil built Kingwood as employee based communities. If you recall Humble Oil and Gas Company before it merged with Esso and Enco and formed Exxon Company USA in 1972, you’re reading this with a grin and a nod.
The point is the road you’re on has a name. And, it’s taking you someplace. You might be on Easy Street, or you might be in the Fast Lane. You could be enjoying the Scenic Route or caught up in congestion along the Expressway to Nowhere. You could be bound on the Highway to Heaven or veering off the Freeway to Hell. It’s worth pulling over and taking a quick look at the map of your life. Yogi Berra once quipped, “It’s easy to get where you’re going until you pick a destination.”
Don’t get so caught up in traffic or so distracted by your surroundings that you lose track of the fact you have to end up somewhere. When your engine stops and the vessel that carted you gets comfortably parked away, I sincerely hope, folks, you might reflect fondly on times your paths intersected. The dings, dents, and scratches will fade, but family, friends and acquaintances will always remember the times you let them pass or gave them a jumpstart or a lift.
I hope you’re satisfied with the direction and pace of your progress. More importantly, I hope you pause and give serious thought to where you’re headed. Here’s wishing you a pleasant journey and a happy ending. Safe travels, my friend.