On the 150th anniversary of Lincoln's assassination, we went to see the same play that Lincoln was watching when he was shot, Our American Cousin. Like that fateful night, the play ended at the point where Booth caused the commotion. With regard to the play, Slate calls it "The hackneyed play that ended Lincoln's life", but I kinda liked it. I laughed; I cried; it was better than Cats.
And, as always,