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, February 01, 2016
SCOTCH IRISH, CHOCTAW, AFRICAN
Question of the Week, 2-1-16
DO YOU KNOW YOUR HERITAGE?
(Later today I will post the first of my portraits for the 29 Faces challenge)