Monday, July 18, 2005


In 1989, my family and I went to DC over summer vacation. I remember going to the Ford Theater, then to the house across the street where Lincoln died.
"Don't feel too bad about him," my dad said.
"Why not?"
"They had a pretty nice night before he died."
"They did? Why?"
"Well, before the show, they went to a nice dinner and visited the Lincoln Memorial."
Har, har, har!