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
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Saturday, June 24, 2006
BE GLAD YOU'RE NOT JOEY
Oldest grandson gets to bust concrete while younger ones sweep and clean under grandpa's direct supervision.
Oldest grandson gets to bust concrete while younger ones sweep and clean under grandpa's direct supervision.
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