Lincolning

I took my time-travel machine back to 1865 and the White House. I looked through rooms until I came upon, my friend, President Lincoln sitting at a table, looking distant and forlorn.

I asked if anything were the matter.

President Lincoln responded, “Oh, hello, Mr. Brooks. I was pondering the weight of life, amazed that our corporeal forms can bear the force.”

I went over to my friend and tousled his hair.

He laughed and said, “Your term of endearment lifts my burden.”

All I could think was, “Oh, my God, I touched Lincoln’s hair!”