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, August 24, 2026
QUESTION OF THE WEEK...08-24-2026
When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to go into the military, but that never happened. I spent 25 years in law enforcement and that wasn't even on my radar as a child.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
I wanted to be Tarzan, Batman, or Robin. Even Robin Hood would have done.
ReplyDeleteA librarian, and if I'd been smart, I'd have done just that.
ReplyDeleteRich. I wanted to be rich. Not Scrooge McDuck rich, but never-having-to-count-pennies-rich. Sadly, that didn't happen.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to be my grandmother.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea, really. It was only after my first year of college that I thought of broadcasting as a career. It was a fun 55 years.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to be a Church Secretary. I would help in my father's office and run the mammograph machine and fold bulletins.
ReplyDelete"mammograph"? Do you mean mimieograph?
ReplyDeleteYes I did. Thanks River!
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