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, September 04, 2008
THE MAMAS AND THE PAPAS
Mom cradles her spectacular son. Hard to imagine this fellow has any health problems.
"Mike hasn't been this happy since he got his first aluminum baseball bat." to quote his dad (The grandpa). Mike is a proud papa. Baby Owen is improving rapidly.