A Sonnet

Alas, the days do slip beyond our viewWhere prior reminiscence lingers old‘Tis on the down-slope we find ourselves, trueAnd yonder behaviors find themselves boldWhile around us these times do wreathe us firmAnd memory sweet doth fill the senses grandThe hope is fixed; the fortnight we will learnShall hold for us a rarity well-planned‘Tis beyond the…

At Last

It’s late, but I have to do this. My neighbor, who will remain nameless, has been instrumental in leading me through the learning curve. He has hinted, and has encouraged, and has been a very patient teacher. He has desired to see me become more technological, and I think he has been somewhat successful. I…