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 30, 2026
QUESTION OF THE WEEK...03-30-2026
HAVE YOU OR SOMEONE YOU LOVE CHEATED THE GRIM REAPER AND HOW MANY TIMES?
Twice for sure. Once when I was 18 mos. old and once when I was a hostage in a bank robbery at age 40.
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