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, October 26, 2006
C.A.C.K.L.E.
C.A.C.K.L.E. (Chicken Annie's Collectable Kool Little Everything) Here is my flea market booth in the beginning stages. I only have 40 items there right now to see how this goes. Supposedly this place gets a lot of traffic and is near the lake, but this time of year probably isn't the best to start. Who knows. I'll still eBay too.
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whoo hoo, I want a booth!!!
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