If the monuments in Washington, DC were a family, the Lincoln Memorial is the dramatic eldest son who moved to the big city, became philosophical, and now sits in the corner silently judging everyone. In other words…my kind of guy. I’ve been to a lot of monuments, but the Lincoln Memorial hits different. Maybe it’s the solemn glow from the marble. Maybe it’s the vibe of “we’ve gathered here to reflect on democracy and also take a hundred selfies.” Maybe it’s the fact that the man himself is sitting there with the world’s most iconic “I’m not mad, I’m just