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
Monday, May 19, 2014
Question Of The Week 5-19-2014
My land line is mostly sales calls, my connection on my cell is often difficult to hold, my grandchildren prefer text, so I am turning toward text over talk these days. How about you?