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
Friday, January 06, 2006
PACK RAT TOO
I have found an East Coast counterpart. This blogger is also an eBayer and she finds the neatest vintage items and writes the most interesting blog entries.
yippie! An ebayer, hey thats ME! :) hee hee
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