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
Happy New Year
Saturday, August 23, 2008
LEFT BEHIND SERIES I
Excluding many pairs of stinky socks that are in the washer, here are the first found items left behind by the grandchildren. The contact lens case actually includes one right contact. I'm sure there will be a Series II, III and maybe more.
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