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
Happy New Year
Thursday, June 05, 2008
MAMA SAID THERE'D BE DAYS LIKE THIS
Days with our children that turned into nightmares but miraculously had happy endings -- we've all had them. Our friend Jamie Dawn had one last week and lived (rather Taylor lived) to tell about it.