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, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Sunday, July 03, 2005
BEN IS 17!!!
Today Ben is Seventeen Years Old! It seems like only yesterday when the call came. Rhonda told me they had him in their arms and were boarding a plane to bring him home. Dreams, wishes, hopes, prayers, all answered in one angel-faced, precious bundle of boy! Ben is now a handsome, charming talented and intelligent young man and all I can say is, "What a man, what a man, what a mighty fine young man!" Happy Birthday to you Ben. (Sorry, I know money was better but hope this will do for now :-)
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