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, November 27, 2007
LOVE THAT GAL!
I sent my niece Melissa an email telling her she should start a blog. The link I sent her was to another blog about a family with three boys. Melissa and Mark are raising three boys (plus running a daycare, plus raising horses and cattle). This is what she wrote me back: "I wish I had the time. Maybe after wrestling season, but before show season, but after christmas, but before baseball season, but after summer, but before football season, but..........."
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