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
Monday, April 03, 2006
STORM TRACK
We had storms and tornados all around our part of the U.S. this weekend. Friday night the was a tornado tracking right over our house. The lovely area weatherman announced the direction and said, "Thankfully it will not affect any significant towns"...........ah, another reason for us to move.
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tornados!!!! scary!
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