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
Friday, October 03, 2008
OLD TIME BBQ
BBQ LUNCH AT KING RANCH Most of our group sat inside the Camp House. We braved the outdoors and the Fire Ants!
I'm glad you reminded me to look below the top shot! They are all good, and yes, you could be a lot heavier. Nice color on you!
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