A winding road and deep forest with snow coming down in the evening made me remember Robert Frost's poem, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening". I watched him read at John F. Kennedy's 1961 Inauguration and wanted to meet Mr. Frost someday. Unfortunately, he died two years later and I realized I would only meet him in the afterlife. Nearly 50 years later, if someone asked me now if I would like to meet him someday, I would, under the circumstnces, have to say, " Not so much."