{"id":90480,"date":"2021-06-26T12:32:18","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:32:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90480"},"modified":"2021-06-27T01:02:07","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:02:07","slug":"ive-never-even-been-to-ohio","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/ive-never-even-been-to-ohio\/","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;ve never even been to Ohio"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><em>\u201cHe stayed that way for a long time and when he aroused himself and again looked out of the car window the town of Winesburg had disappeared and his life there had become but a background on which to paint the dreams of his manhood.\u201d<\/em><br \/>\n\u2013 Sherwood Anderson, \u2018Winesburg, Ohio\u2019<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I think whenever you leave a place<br \/>\nyou should do so on a rainy day<br \/>\nnever a sunny one as those<br \/>\ncolor perceptions inaccurately <\/p>\n<p>Rainy days give you a better sense<br \/>\nof reality; rain is always going to fall<br \/>\nyou are always going to get wet<br \/>\nyou just need to be prepared for rain<\/p>\n<p>As a young child, on long car trips<br \/>\nwith my parents I would kneel on the<br \/>\nbackset, elbows perched on rear dash<br \/>\nas I watched the road, our trip, recede<\/p>\n<p>My mother would admonish me, only<br \/>\nhalf-joking, to turn around, see where<br \/>\nI was going, not where I had been<br \/>\nit was sound, yet impractical advice <\/p>\n<p>For where I was had been adventurous<br \/>\nwhich piqued my curiosity for whatever<br \/>\nlay ahead, my expectations most always<br \/>\nlived up to, as I saw everything as new<\/p>\n<p>Rainy days, in particular, gave me a sense of<br \/>\nthe rhythm of life; sunny days, cloudy days<br \/>\ntimes of a few sprinkles of annoyance<br \/>\ndays when the downpours washed away\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Traveling in the car also had the advantage<br \/>\nof metrical accompaniment of the wipers<br \/>\non our boat-sized Plymouth Fury, then on<br \/>\nrainy days at home, I longed for same<\/p>\n<p>I think whenever you leave a place<br \/>\nyou should do so on a rainy day<br \/>\nleave the sunshine to its promises<br \/>\ncleanse all with rain on the road<\/p>\n<p><em><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u2013 Mark L. Lucker<br \/>\n\u00a9 2021<br \/>\nhttp:\/\/lrd.to\/sxh9jntSbd  <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cHe stayed that way for a long time and when he aroused himself and again looked out of the car window the town of Winesburg had disappeared and his life there had become but a background on which to paint the dreams of his manhood.\u201d&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":694,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[4249,4254,4256,4255,2484,2070],"class_list":["post-90480","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2021hour4","tag-2021prompt4","tag-going-places","tag-places","tag-reminisce","tag-youth"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90480","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\/694"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90480"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90480\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90518,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90480\/revisions\/90518"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90480"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90480"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90480"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}