{"id":3074,"date":"2009-02-01T21:51:48","date_gmt":"2009-02-02T02:51:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/?p=3074"},"modified":"2009-02-01T21:52:42","modified_gmt":"2009-02-02T02:52:42","slug":"about-right","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/3074","title":{"rendered":"About Right&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Via Sullivan&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<blockquote><\/blockquote>\n<p>It came to me the other day:<br \/>\nWere I to die, no one would say,<br \/>\n&ldquo;Oh, what a shame! So young, so full<br \/>\nOf promise &mdash; depths unplumbable!&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes<br \/>\nWill greet my overdue demise;<br \/>\nThe wide response will be, I know,<br \/>\n&ldquo;I thought he died a while ago.&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>For life&rsquo;s a shabby subterfuge,<br \/>\nAnd death is real, and dark, and huge.<br \/>\nThe shock of it will register<br \/>\nNowhere but where it will occur.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2009\/01\/29\/opinion\/29updike.html?_r=1\">John Updike<\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote><\/blockquote>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>He called it a poem for Sunday.&nbsp; I&#8217;d say it makes a good Valentine&#8217;s Day poem.&nbsp; Or an any day poem at this stage of my life.&nbsp; Being as I am, at that age where death isn&#8217;t totally unexpected&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;I thought he died a while ago&#8230;&quot;<\/p>\n<p>I hate this time of year.&nbsp; Not only is it dark and cold and covered with ice, la, la, la, la, la&#8230;it&#8217;s that Most Romantic Day Of The Year!&nbsp;&nbsp; !!!\n<\/p>\n<p>Er&#8230;wait a minute&#8230;&nbsp; Maybe there&#8217;s a connection&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Via Sullivan&#8230; It came to me the other day: Were I to die, no one would say, &ldquo;Oh, what a shame! So young, so full Of promise &mdash; depths unplumbable!&rdquo; Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes Will greet my overdue demise; The wide response will be, I know, &ldquo;I thought he died a while ago.&rdquo; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[77],"class_list":["post-3074","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-the-dumpsville-chronicles"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3074","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3074"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3074\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3074"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3074"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3074"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}