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
Sunday, June 18, 2017
FATHER'S DAY MEMORIES
He was a serious man -- he was a fun and funny man. I miss the funny man the most.
We weren't close, so I don't miss my dad, but I do have a few lovely memories of hot summer nights when we kids would play outside and dad would play his harmonica or his piano accordion.
Missing Dad big time over here...funny, seerious or annoying...doesn't matter....I miss him.
ReplyDeleteI think you take after your dad in many ways.
ReplyDeleteLovely photos & lovely memories
ReplyDeleteLovely memories indeed.
ReplyDeleteAs the saying goes, the fruit didn't fall far from the tree. Missing my Daddy today also.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Patti. You share a lot of the humor you got from your dad with us.
ReplyDeleteOur father never played a role in my late brother's and my life.
ReplyDeleteSo I never knew what it was like to have a father...until I met my father-in-law...the father of my second husband. He was a wonderful man.
We weren't close, so I don't miss my dad, but I do have a few lovely memories of hot summer nights when we kids would play outside and dad would play his harmonica or his piano accordion.
ReplyDeleteLucky you to have had such a good dad.
ReplyDeleteHe looked fun!
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