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
Friday, October 03, 2008
BACK TO SQUARE ONE
I just realized that with the new blog rolls and lists following and followers, we are reading the last post and missing if there was more than one post that day or missing several days depending on when we check. Besides the photo of us at the banquet, I also posted some others of our trip. Hope you will look at them. Also, I am going back to each blog and catch up on what I missed while I was gone.
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