Author: Patrick A Rose

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering …

One of my more treasured memories from childhood is of when a policeman who was walking by our house, stopped to ask directions. We were playing outside our house, …

I loved the Commodore 64. It was a huge part of my life for a significant number of years–I guess maybe seven or eight. I used it for play. I …

This July 4th the fireworks are gradually starting to die down, and my cat is finally starting to look relaxed again. Another Independence Day draws to a close. I …