You've made it to Springfield, Richard, capital of Illinois and sixth most populated town in the state. Like Chicago, Springfield's early history is intertwined with the fortunes of travelling fur trappers and traders. By the time a young Abraham Lincoln moved here in 1837, Springfield was an established town.
Lincoln met his wife, Mary, in Springfield, and practised law there for 24 years, also taking a healthy interest in politics - a good pursuit for a future president. He was elected to office in November 1860, although was singularly unpopular in slave states; in fact, he only won two of 996 counties in the South that year.
A two-term president, Lincoln can also be credited with founding Thanksgiving as a national holiday in America. Before, it had been a small holiday in New England, but he fixed it as the final Thursday in November; something we can be certain retail employers don't thank him for today, with Black Friday falling the following day.
Although buried in Springfield, Lincoln is perhaps best known for being murdered in a theatre. John Wilkes Booth, his assassin, was a well-known actor and a vocal racist; Lincoln promoting equal voting rights for freed slaves didn't go down well, and when watching Our American Cousin in Ford's Theatre in April 1865, he was shot in the back of the head at point blank range. African-Americans, whose rights Lincoln championed, openly wept at their president's death.
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This is a collection of my writing and correspondence with a few bits of poetry and random thoughts mixed in. I started this blog after learning that some of my letters had an uplifting quality. In the pages of this blog you will find my real life trials and tribulations, the nature of what I think is truth, and the dust and grit of my real life.
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Monday, January 29, 2024
Monday, November 23, 2015
Fighting
22nd
November 2015
Dear Sister Margaret,
My hope is that my last load of recyclables found
you easily. I often forget how heavy the bags can be and I still question if I
should save them. I wash out my cans and bottles for you out of habit I guess.
I have no problem with bringing them down once or twice a month, but I doubt management
would be happy about an ex-employee coming by in that regard.
In related news I learned on Thursday that the
company will be fighting my unemployment benefits, likely with some forged
documents, and I will not know the outcome until the following week. This may
be delayed by thanksgiving or I may get bad news for my holiday. Either way I spend the day alone and in
contemplation.
I have filed a complaint of retaliation with Labor
Enforcement and they may rule my termination retaliatory in nature. I can’t say
how that will help me. Perhaps they will need to give me my job back or pay out
a settlement. To be honest, I don’t know if I want to be back there dealing
with all that mess again, but we all do what we do, and life gets on with
itself.
Further along, three of the kittens have been
homed, and I still have two maybes. If I had room for another cat I’d keep one,
but I can’t afford the pets I have. Doing the right thing has never profited me
but good men die hard.
The last thing I have to talk about is, well, I
don’t like asking for favors, but if you could remind Raf to read the script I
gave him I would appreciate it greatly. He promised me his opinion and has been
sitting on the thing for months. It’s not that I think he can help me with it
or anything like that, but he did make a promise.
My life is so full of broken promises that I’ve
learned not to let things like that go. It would be great if he knew who or how
to get the thing made, but I don’t think he does.
I hope you are doing better than I,
Richard Leland Neal
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