Ten score and seven years ago, in a one-room cabin most Americans are surprised to learn was actually in Kentucky, not Illinois, our nation’s sixteenth president was born.

I’ve heard it said that Abe’s mother, who desperately wanted her son to grow up to be president, was a bit disappointed that day.

Oh, dear, she exclaimed. With his birthday so close to General Washington’s, they’ll never give him his own holiday. They’ll just lump them together on a Monday and call it something like “Presidents Day.”

Presidents’ Day.

President’s Day?

Happy Birthday, Mr. Lincoln!