Another President's Day has come and gone and with it the mild depression I feel after the passing of every holiday. Kind of like the post-Christmas blahs, only not as blah-ey.
Because it's not much of a holiday. It used to be more meaningful when it was exactly Washington's or Lincoln's birthday, occurring at random times in the week and therefore more special. Wednesday one year, Tuesday the next, a little festive period smack dab in the middle of the week.
Now it's one of those dull Monday/long weekend holidays. Not even tied to some specific president. Where's the fun in that? Back in the old days, we could chop down Lincoln Log cabins with a cherry tree axe and not tell lies and emancipate stuff. Now it's as much fun as trying to grow a Chester A. Arthur combo sideburn-mustache.
Hard to believe we ever had a president named Chester isn't it? One named Grover too. Times have changed in the stereotype department.
Anyhow, I think we could perk up President's Day. By the way, what do oppressed people in third world countries celebrate on the third Monday in February? Dictator's Day?
So... Perking up President's Day. First of all we need to have a President's Day Eve. All the good holidays have Eves; Christmas, New Years, Halloween. Then we need to have a special dinner. A good special dinner really makes a holiday holly-jolly. Think Thanksgiving and Christmas and the Independence Day BBQ.
And that means we can have President's Day themed dishes. Like Sausage Linc-olns. Or Arroz con Polko. John Quincy Adams marmalade made with real quinces. Washington apple pie, of course. And my favorite, Martin Van Buren muttonchops.
Then to splurge, and ruin your Presi-dental work?
William Howard Taffty.
America, ya gotta love it.