George Washington would have been 286 years old today. My mother would have been 105. The robbing of George (and, to be fair, Abe) of his own holiday in the face of the national commerce fest called President's Day happened in 1971 but for the rest of her life, my mother was annoyed that her birthday was no longer a cause for national celebration. So I offer her today
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