I had just graduated from college. I
\nwas leaving home to seek my fortune.
\nTraveling by greyhound from Detroit to
\nSan Francisco.<\/p>\n
My sister and I sat on the side of the bathtub talking I did leave and go to San Francisco for a week or so, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I had just graduated from college. I was leaving home to seek my fortune. Traveling by greyhound from Detroit to San Francisco. My sister and I sat on the side of the bathtub talking about “Come Back Little Sheba”, a movie we had recently watched…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1210,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-115089","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115089","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1210"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=115089"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115089\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":115453,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115089\/revisions\/115453"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=115089"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=115089"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=115089"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nabout “Come Back Little Sheba”<\/em>, a movie we had
\nrecently watched on television. Why we
\nwere in the bathroom sitting on the
\nside of the tub I don’t remember. Something
\nstruck us as funny., although the movie is far
\nfrom humorous. We cackled. We chortled. There
\nwas even a guffaw before we began to howl.
\nRight about then, tears started and the chuckles
\nturned to tears. Arms around each other,
\nwe managed to bring ourselves under
\ncontrol and rejoin the household.<\/p>\n
\nTraveled by train back east to DC where my
\nsister was in college. Getting a reference from
\none of her teachers, I moved on to New York
\nCity where I stayed with a friend of his and got a
\nclerical job at City University. About that time
\na letter from my one true love caught
\nup with me. After two months on the road, I
\ncaught a plane back to Detroit and began
\nthe rest of my life.<\/p>\n