“Good morning President Lincoln,” I said. He looked up at me. “I’m sorry to bother you sir. I see you are sitting alone. I wonder if I might join you for a moment?” He said he didn’t mind. It was early in the morning. He had been doing something with some papers which he pulled out of his hat. It was good to see him sitting. Most of the time he is on the move.
There was no one else in the square at the moment. It was cold. Snow covered the ground.
He’d been sitting there in downtown Springfield. I wondered if things were ok with Mary. I had heard that when he needed to get away from home he’d walk over to his law office for awhile. He proceeded to tell me a story (so like Lincoln). It had something to do with seeing a lady dressed in fine clothing who took a fall in the mud on the street-he said something then about a duck. Shame on me for not paying closer attention. I wondered if others were ever distracted by his story telling. He didn’t notice that my mind had wandered off for a few seconds.
“Well, sir, I must be going. I thank you for allowing me to reflect with you on this bench for a few minutes. I know you’re very busy. Good day Mr. Lincoln.”
So goes my fantasy conversation with Abraham Lincoln in the park in downtown Springfield. Obviously, it’s a statue! There is a plaque in front of the statue on the walkway which states the following:
Mark Lundeen, Sculptor
Rick and Kim Lawrence
In tribute to the team of multi
talented and dedicated individuals
who built the Abraham Lincoln
Presidential Library and Museum
Later on in the day, I passed by the sitting Lincoln statue. There was a group of cheerleaders all over it. Apparently, there is some sort of cheerleaders contest being held at the Springfield Convention Center. They were laughing and taking pictures. “Abe, you sly dog, I don’t think you should mention this to Mary!”