Just got off the phone with my mother.
Mom: What are you doing tonight?
Me: Oh, we’re going to the bar to celebrate Abraham Lincoln’s birthday.
Mom: That’s right, you do that.
That I do.
Tonight will be my third Lincoln Night since moving to the city and becoming friends with Mackenzie, the event’s creator. We don stove pipe hats, sing much karaoke, have many drinks and traverse to the memorial, no matter the weather, to wish Abe an early happy birthday.
What better way to celebrate the man whose genius saved the union, am I right?