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On a cold morning in 1871 in Granbury, Texas, a saloon owner went to check on one of his employees who had been extremely sick. The man went by the name John St. Helen. St. Helen had shown up in town four years earlier and kept a low profile. He’d left the town of Glen…
While “Lincoln’s pockets” sounds like an interesting name for a band, it’s actually the result of a couple of articles I recently read about what the 16th president had on him the night he was assassinated. On that fateful night, April 14, 1865, when Lincoln was shot by John Wilkes Booth in Ford’s Theatre, he…