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
Thursday, May 11, 2006
JASMINE'S CALL
Last night I got a call from Jasmine. She was working on a homework assignment and needed some help. I was honored to be selected to provide assistance. Jasmine and Terri had come up with seventeen titles and Jasmine needed 20. I managed to provide three more. Now we will wait to see what grade we get -- oops, I mean what grade Jasmine gets. LOL
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