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
Summertime fun up in the bleachers!
ReplyDeleteYoung and carefree, what a memory.
ReplyDeleteA Lawyer, a Chef and an Artist...
ReplyDeleteLooks like a good lazy day for them.
ReplyDeleteIt's a fun photo and I think many of us have sat on a bench with friends too. Happy New Year.
ReplyDeleteI can't remember if I left a comment here or not. uhhhggg. However, this photo reminds me of when I was a kid. No worries, just hangin out.
ReplyDeleteAh, to the future!
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