I remember as a school boy in New York, we used to get Lincoln's Birthday off as well as Washington's Birthday, both in February. Down south they celebrated Washington's Birthday but not Lincoln's, marking a holiday a month earlier as Lee-Jackson Day instead, as in Bobby and Stonewall.
This all got sorted out by marking the greatness of Martin Luther King, Jr. with a holiday on or near his birthday, substituting it for the south's worship of their revered CSA heroes and Lincoln's exaltation in the north and renaming Washington's Birthday as Presidents Day. Today is that very holiday and at noon, as is my custom on holidays, I'll be dining at the local gourmet pizzeria.
Two of my sons have birthdays this month also, and I'll be at the Lost Dog Cafe at noon on those days too. Perhaps one or more of them will come dine with me any of these days, my treat; I hope so because I miss them and love them as any father would love his sons.
Jimmy I last saw or heard from over a decade ago. Danny I haven't seen nor heard from in about a decade.