### May 26 On May 26, 1784, I found myself in Trenton, New Jersey, where I was about to have one of the most amusing experiences of my life. I had been invited by a group of merchants to dine with them at the Indian Queen Tavern, which was known for its fine food and wine. As we sat down to eat, I noticed that one of the guests, a portly man with a walrus mustache, kept eyeing me suspiciously. After a few glasses of wine, he finally leaned over and said, "Excuse me, sir, but I must ask, are you Little Lion?" Taken aback, I replied, "Yes, that is one of my nicknames." The man then let out a hearty laugh. "Ha! I knew it! I've heard all about you, Mr. Hamilton. You're supposed to be this great hero of the Revolution, but you're not much bigger than a cub!" And with that, he roared with laughter. I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment, but then one of my companions chimed in. "Ah, but don't let his size fool you, my friend. Alexander here is a giant in the world of politics and finance!" The rest of the evening was filled with good-natured ribbing and jokes at my expense. But I didn't mind too much, because I knew they were just having fun. And besides, as I often told my friends, "I may be small, but my ideas are big enough to change the world." So there you have it, a humorous anecdote from my life on May 26, complete with a fun fact about my nickname and a reminder that size isn't everything.