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
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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Siblings gather for early birthday celebration of the hat-less fellow.
We met at our traditional gathering place for the traditional pig out of all-you-can-eat Alaskan King Crab legs and had our traditional fun and laughter. We were having an early celebration of my brother's birthday. This was Ron's favorite place to go and I am pretending that he is absent from the table because he is taking the picture.Otherwise his presence was definitely felt.We always have such a good time and we feel especially grateful that the management has never had to ban us from the restaurant....yet:)