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
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
F.Y.I. Books For Mom
I noticed in the Manor Mirror that Steve's Bookstore will deliver books free to residents at OMM. You may go to their webpage to order. Just F.Y.I.