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
Monday, November 06, 2006
MICHAEL ON THE WAY HOME
Here is our sweet grandson Michael on his way home after four days with us. We hope he is exhausted from having a nice time and not from bring bored to death! He sure made us happy.