Abe, Honest
by Scott Hardie on October 16, 2007
During my visit to Springfield last weekend, Kelly and I went to a historical reenactment on the outskirts of town. Every small city that can do so builds shrines to its homegrown celebrity, but Springfield takes worship of Abraham Lincoln to new levels of ridiculousness. Besides the museum with the ordinary tools used by Lincoln during his early twenties, the historical community had the actual buildings he slept in and worked in. Here's where Abraham Lincoln owned his first business! Here's where he first arrived in Springfield! Woo.
Clearly, Kelly and I need to build our own village and charge admission. Here's where Abraham Lincoln invented the Internet! Here's where Abraham Lincoln defeated Hitler! Here's where Abraham Lincoln produced Let It Be! Here's where Abraham Lincoln taught Copernicus! Here's where Abraham Lincoln built the first mecha!
Kelly, thank you for showing me a great time around town. Next time, you visit Sarasota and I'll show how much John Ringling is worshiped around here.
Six Replies to Abe, Honest
Lori Lancaster | October 16, 2007
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Amy Austin | October 16, 2007
The darkest blonde I know. ;-)
Jackie Mason | October 17, 2007
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Lori Lancaster | October 17, 2007
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Kris Weberg | October 23, 2007
Try growing up there, Scott.
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Amy Austin | October 16, 2007
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