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, May 10, 2012
IMPORTANCE OF SIBLINGS
Here are my two fine adult children who managed to raise each other (without killing each other) while I earned our living.
Son, proud single father of three, daughter loving wife and proud mom of two.