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
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
THE MINNOW FOUND?
Introducing our new (old) boat. It took us 12 1/2 hours to go to St. Louis and get her yesterday. It was worth the effort. What a deal and what a honey of a boat! Now we're ready for the Lake.