Thursday, Feb. 12 2009 @ 4:45PM
OK, so I've always kind of had a thing for Abraham Lincoln. My ardor has diminished
slightly over the years -- I no longer believe I am he reincarnated (we do have the same initials, after all) -- but I have never forgotten that I grew up in the Land of Lincoln, where his birthday is a school holiday.
I, um, also keep a Lincoln doll on my desk. He was a gift from my grandmother, who used to love to shower me with useless gifts. At one time, he had a stovepipe hat, but it blew away one blustery day in eighth grade when I took him to school to be a visual aid in a communication arts presentation. As compensation, somewhere along the line he acquired a pukka shell necklace. These days, we pretend it's a gift from President Obama.
So anyway, when I heard that
Blueberry Hill (
6504 Delmar Boulevard;
Web site) was serving something called The Gettysburger this weekend in honor of old Abe's birthday, I decided it was high time for us to have a lunch date, just the two of us, outside the office. After all, a guy doesn't turn 200 every day.