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
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
35 Thirty-Five Three Five 35
Happy 35th Birthday to Tandy today. His family protector in every way. He brought light through the fog. Today he shows up on my blog Praying that wishes could somehow draw pay.