On my lunch break, just a few minutes ago, I went to the house where Abraham Lincoln died. It's open to the public to walk through for free. It was such an anachronisic feeling to stand not 12 inches from the bed he laid on as he died. What was truly surprising was how small everything was. The bed was maybe five feet long (and Lincoln stood over six feet tall); the chairs and table surfaces were the size of children's furniture; and the two floors of the house which were on display covered only about 600 square feet.
Sorry to just post a pretty mundane experience, but I found it completely moving to stand in a place with such a poignant history.
Sorry to just post a pretty mundane experience, but I found it completely moving to stand in a place with such a poignant history.



