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
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
ANSWERS TO QOTW GHOSTBUSTERS
Enjoy everyone's answers to Question Of The Week 4-25-16. If other answers come, I will add them. See your answers on the question page here for who ya gonna call GHOSTBUSTERS
I hate the phone. I use it only for business so no one.
ReplyDeleteI actually don't call anyone- Never did comment - sorry the library keeps cutting me off!
ReplyDeleteAt a party now instead of sleeping...