February is a month in which nothing really happens. It's good that it's short (28 days in most years, except every 4, in which it's 29 days, with the occasional exception in which it's only 28 when it's normally 29). But were it any longer, it would just be more days of bitterly cold winter, and nobody wants that. There are a few high-points, though. Last Monday was the annual commemoration of Abraham Lincoln's birthday, and the coming Monday will be President's Day. In modern times, presidents are despised and scoffed at by many. It's not an office that demands much respect. But how can you respect an office that has been overcome by scandals, liers, cheaters, adulterers, and all sorts of nonsense (I'm not speaking of our current president, a godly, upright man).
Amid all this, there are two presidents that I am rather fond of as I study them through the light of biased historians: Theodor Roosevelt and Ronald Reagan (who shares the anniversary of his birth with my dear mother). Both were quite intreging men outside of the presidential office; Reagan an accomplished actor and an excellent persuasive speaker; and Roosevelt, Colonel of the Rough Riders, and inspirational conservationist and outdoorsman. I may have more to say on these two gentlemen in the future, but I am content to leave it at that for now.
