Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Happy Birthday To You Dear Elaine
It is the birthday today of Elaine. We hope blessings fall without rain We know she loves her new house. She is greatly loved by family and spouse. Why Naples? She’ll be glad to explain!