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
Rip and the boys sure could have used one of these on Yellowstone...
ReplyDeleteMaking it a one man operation -- nice!
ReplyDeleteMy Sweetie has dug post holes and strung barbed wire the old-fashioned way, even recently. I'm going to show him this and he'll want one!
ReplyDeleteA great time saver for sure, but how many men would have had a job before the machine took over? and what do those men do now?
ReplyDeleteWow! That's a real time-saver!
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