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
Monday, March 27, 2006
BEGINNING
This is the beginning of the kid's Spring Break. Elizabeth (Beth) and Elizabeth (Mom) and Elizabeth (Me) and Ron all had lunch on St. Patricks Day at the manor.
I like the hats!
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