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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
Did you hear about the explosion at the cheese factory in France? There was nothing left but de Brie.
I’m pretty sure the person who decided to put the first R in February also decided how to spell Wednesday.