I write cursive on legal pads.

Collage

Added on by David S. Hooker.
Lines taken from poems by Robert Frost, W.H. Auden, Allen Ginsberg, and Kenneth Rexroth.

Two roads diverged
On Fifty-second street
And being one traveler, long I stood,
Uncertain and afraid—
Looking down one as far as I could,
Seeing the best minds of my generation
Glimmer behind like slugs in the evening.
I took the road less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.