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
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Today we had occasion to travel near Picher, OK. We only live about 30 miles from this tornado ravaged town and so we took Ryan, Dillon and Beth to see what remained from the May 10, 2008 destruction. This scene tells the story.