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
Monday, March 19, 2018
FUNNY MONDAY
Friday, March 16, 2018
GATES OF HELL HAVE CLOSED
My brother saved up his office clutter for my burn cage. He brought it last week but we could not burn because it was too windy and dry. I waited until this past Monday when the ground was wet and there was no wind. Got a wonderful fire going...and going...and going. By afternoon the ground was no longer dry and the wind was picking up. The fire was still burning. My hose would not reach the burn cage so I had to carry buckets of water to keep the wind from blowing hot ashes out into my field. Would you believe the alert went out for "fire danger" and even yesterday there was still a whirlpool hole in the center of the burn that I could not put out? It looked like the entrance to Hell.
I told my son and he texted me: "I would suggest keeping a good distance away and a crucifix handy. Let me know if you smell sulfur or hear faint screaming"
I told my son and he texted me: "I would suggest keeping a good distance away and a crucifix handy. Let me know if you smell sulfur or hear faint screaming"
Monday, March 12, 2018
Monday, March 05, 2018
WHY AM I HERE
Question Of The Week 03-05-18
What’s your unanswerable question--the question you seem to always be asking yourself?
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