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
Saturday, September 23, 2006
WAVED AND APPLAUDED
Our harbor cruise Captain gained permission for us to get near this destroyer returning to port. We waved, cheered and applauded the crew and they waved, smiled and seemed to enjoy our signs of thanks and appreciation to them.