Today, April 15, 2015, is the 150th anniversary of the death of Abraham Lincoln. He was shot shortly after 10 PM on the night of April 14th, 1865, inside Ford's Theatre, then was carried across the street: 10th Street, between E and F, NW, to the Petersen boarding house, where he expired at 7:22 AM the next morning.
Since I live in Washington, DC, and since I am usually a bit of a night owl, I spent some time there last night and into this morning. The solemnity of the candlelight vigil in the middle of 10th Street in the middle of the night, commemorating the hours when the president lay dying, was quite moving to me -- and, it seemed, to virtually all the participants.
I spent some time touring the museum in the Ford's Theatre basement, and the recently-opened "Center for Education and Leadership" immediately adjacent to the Petersen House. I have done this before and will undoubtedly do it again.
But this time, I noticed something new.