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
Friday, February 02, 2007
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
The woman is all grown up. Her accomplishments these 30 years would fill a book. She has traveled outside the United States on several occasions. She has driven across the United States more than once, in her vintage Neon. She lives in LA and works in the film industry. She is loyal to her father. She is devoted to her brother. She has friends galore (especially Joe) and would sacrifice anything for them. I have to repeat to myself that “the woman is all grown up” because to me she is still a little girl. Her mother called me this day 30 years ago and asked me, “Do you think I should call the doctor, my water just broke?” Pat would be proud and amazed by her tiny princess daughter today. I am certainly proud of my goddaughter. Happy 30th Birthday Jessi!
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