{"id":12,"date":"2008-06-03T17:49:46","date_gmt":"2008-06-03T21:49:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/?p=12"},"modified":"2008-06-03T17:49:46","modified_gmt":"2008-06-03T21:49:46","slug":"about-a-map","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/2008\/06\/03\/about-a-map\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8230;about a map"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Pam glanced over at the crumpled sheet in the passenger seat for the fifth time in as many minutes.  Eyes back on the two-lane blacktop with no turn offs she had to laugh at the futility.  She was either on the right road or she wasn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>Early summer corn waved from straight, even rows clearly laid out by a machine as the breeze picked up snatching away the wisps the country station up the coast and turning the radio into static.  The smells of farming &#8211; water and the chemical tang of commercial fertilizer &#8211;  reminded her of summers at her uncle&#8217;s place, summers her parents had sent her away first so they could take full advantage of the swinging &#8217;70s and later so they could fight over who got to keep the trappings of their happy, middle-class life Pam included.<\/p>\n<p>She returned the wave of a cowboy farmer in a beat up truck less worried that her battered Toyota would cause trouble here in a place where people flew the American flag with no irony.  Pam reduced speed as she came to an intersection that wasn&#8217;t on her five year-old map.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pam glanced over at the crumpled sheet in the passenger seat for the fifth time in as many minutes. Eyes back on the two-lane blacktop with no turn offs she had to laugh at the futility. She was either on the right road or she wasn&#8217;t. Early summer corn waved from straight, even rows clearly [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/fictionblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}