Who is Rodney?

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I---I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference.”
-Richard Price
“Lush Life”

While the above QUOTE was found in the "Lush Life" book it was recently brought to my attention that the line first came from Robert Frost (1874–1963) in his poem, THE ROAD NOT TAKEN (circa 1920):

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Twenty-five years ago today:

May 18, 1985
Saturday

Rachelle drove home nervously. She knew she was supposed to have spent the night at Lisa’s house and had this fear of being caught. We departed with a lot of hugs and kisses.

I went to mom’s house for breakfast and made the mistake of asking her a question.
“Mom, is a woman more susceptible of becoming pregnant while she is on her period?”
I learned that she got suspicious later and spoke to my dad about it.
I guided Sherri and Mom to my Aunt Lillian’s house for Sandy Gallegos’ bridal shower in Castro Valley. Helen rode with me in my car.
Helen said, “I’ll be babysitting Nicole for all of next Memorial Day weekend.”
“That should be fun,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, maybe you could capture Ashley and they could play together.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll see what I can do.”

I drove to Rachelle’s house after dropping Helen off at the bridal shower. Rachelle was talking to a friend of her brothers.
“My brother’s friend termed you as my new-waver boyfriend,” Rachelle said.
I laughed and then said, “How did he know I liked New Wave kind of music?”

Rachelle and I left after a brief wrestling act. She did not want me to see her bedroom. We headed for Stoneridge Mall in Pleasanton and shopped around. She bought a couple of tapes that I helped her choose. We ate at A&W. I thought we made a cute couple.

I decided to drive back to Castro Valley with the convertible top down. She got a kick out of it.
I said, “I’m not sure if I want to go out tonight.”
Rachelle tends to become her usual hyperactive self when I say things like this. She moaned.
“I am just going home to nap and I can call you later, then maybe we can see a flick.”
“Just tell me right now what our plans will be,” Rachelle insisted.
“I don’t want to decide right now. Let’s play it by ear and be spontaneous!”
I could tell she was still not happy.

I ended up at my mom’s house where I took a much needed nap. I telephoned Rachelle and we decided against going out tonight. We talked on the phone a bit and she decided to name my cock “Rod” or “Rodney”. I thought that was funny but I approved of the name.

Mom, Dad and I watched four or five episodes of I LOVE LUCY. It was so much fun.

I decided to telephone Rachelle at 1:15AM. She moaned and groaned when she answered her private line. She didn’t remember the phone call in the morning. She was tired, too.

He had kissed me too, a natural business, comforting and quiet. Not dramatic as in books. Not embarrassing. It seemed to bring about an ease in our relationship, it made everything more simple.
-Daphne du Maurier
"Rebecca"