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
Monday, July 25, 2005
NOTIFICATION
Lots of fun. Lots to tell. Many updates due. Will have to wait until California kids head home. Meanwhile, for now, please email me at my old AOL address. Problems with our Kansas email server. Glad I haven't discontinued that. Anyway, will post photo next that is worth a thousand words.
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