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
Friday, June 07, 2024
FRIDAY FACE OFF ... 06-07-2024
I drive by her house every day. She is gone...never from my mind. Now there is a For Sale sign in the yard. Whoever buys this house will share the spirit of my friend Margie.
A nice tribute....
ReplyDeleteI hope someone just as nice move in.
ReplyDeleteI do hope the new neighbors are as nice as she was.
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