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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
SPOT US FROM THE AIR
Enjoy this ariel photo of our new house, barn and ten acres. If you go looking for us from an airplane, this will help you recognize the place. The top of the picture is not sky, it is LAKE!