So other than that Mrs. Lincoln: how was the theater?
The title of this blog reminds us that there are two sides to every story. This is not a blog about Mary Todd, Abraham Lincoln, or the events that transpired on that April evening. Today (July 31, 2018) is Tuesday. Twenty five years ago, July 31st fell upon a Friday. . I remember this because this was the day that my mother died. I have often wanted to memorialize the events of that day, the events preceding that day, and the events after that day. I wanted the story to be written and read in a tone that was observational; not a story written in a tone that elevated or denigrated the people in the story. This is not a cloying tale. It’s not a sad story. Not a tear-jearker. I suppose I could save us all a lot of trouble and condense the story of my mother’s life to this: She lived, she was nice, she died. There; it’s done. Does the world need another maudlin Irishman’s laments about his mother’s passing? No, we don’t, and that isn’t ...