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
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS
It appears I have successfully posted four photos of July, 1999. First I cleaned my cache after the list of suggestions from support@blogger.com. Then, I posted the photos and found them in my post area as "drafts". I clicked on Edit and then publish. We shall see what happens later. Thank you Jill for your information!
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Annie, I tried off and on all day to get into that site, and I always got a window that said the page couldn't be displayed.
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