We’ll be heading to the Texas heartland for Shakespeare at Winedale, a University Of Texas at Austin program that uses the summer to prepare and present three Shakespeare plays in an old convered barn out in the middle of nowhere. UT owns the property, and the students spend the summer studying the plays and getting them ready for presentation on a series of weekends in late July/early August. We’ll be seeing Macbeth, Merry Wives of Windsor, and The Tempest. All the urchins are excited about going, and I am looking forward to the weekend with much anticipation myself. So,
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
‘Til 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 seen no more. It is a tale told by an idiot,
Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

I don’t really feel that way. I just wanted to see if I could still remember the passage. I memorized it about 25 years ago. I haven’t checked it, but it sounds about right. See y’all on Sunday or Monday.