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
Sunday, April 22, 2007
BIGGEST CATCH
We have been fishing three evenings in a row. We decided the spot under the old iron bridge was the best place. We parked near many cars each time and we saw many fishermen. We gave it our best each evening, but we came home to feast on grilled cheese sandwiches. I guess you could say that I got the biggest catch on the second night. I caught the big iron bridge!
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