An amazing thing happened the other day. Some kind of a time warp opened up and Abraham Lincoln came right into our kitchen!  He is shorter than I thought based on the things I had read and he has a real baby face.  The funniest thing about talking to him was that he doesn't have a good memory AT. ALL.  I mean, he didn't remember anything about the Civil War, or about being shot in the theater.  Although he told me he was Abraham Lincoln, I had to wonder if he was puling my leg when he couldn't answer any question I gave him.  Either way, he sure is cute, isn't he?