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
Happy New Year
Thursday, November 24, 2005
THANKSGIVING
HAPPY THANKSGIVINGEVERYONE!
We are on our way to Tulsa to share this day with Mother and Tandy. We are thinking of all that we have to be thankful for --mainly ALL Of YOU!
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