{"id":3978,"date":"2012-08-16T11:55:15","date_gmt":"2012-08-16T15:55:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/?page_id=3978"},"modified":"2012-08-23T14:04:14","modified_gmt":"2012-08-23T18:04:14","slug":"a-dream-of-herman","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/a-dream-of-herman\/","title":{"rendered":"A Dream of Herman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>for Diane<\/p>\n<p>I was driving the old Dodge wagon<br \/>\nagain, with Coke cans rolling<br \/>\nto the front at stop signs,<br \/>\nand you rubbing the dash<br \/>\nevery so often to thank the car<br \/>\nfor not needing the spare tire<br \/>\nwe hadn\u2019t fixed. We were on a trip<br \/>\nthat felt like going to your father\u2019s camp, only<br \/>\nwe never got there and didn\u2019t care.<br \/>\nIt was a beautiful day, just enough wind<br \/>\ncoming into the back to make the kids<br \/>\nsquint with pure pleasure<br \/>\nas it scribbled their hair, and your mother<br \/>\npatted them, saying what a nice ride it was<br \/>\nin the odd, small voice<br \/>\nshe used only for your father.<br \/>\nIt was then in the rearview mirror I saw him,<br \/>\nwearing the brown cardigan he always wore<br \/>\nand putting on the shining bell<br \/>\nof his saxophone as if just back<br \/>\nfrom an intermission. You were smiling,<br \/>\nand suddenly I saw the reason<br \/>\nwe were traveling together<br \/>\nand did not want to stop<br \/>\nwas Herman, who just sat there<br \/>\nin the cargo space, breathing the scale<br \/>\nuntil the whole family sat back<br \/>\nin their seats, and then he lifted his sax<br \/>\nand opened one more song as wide<br \/>\nand delicate as the floating trees.<\/p>\n<p><em>-Wesley McNair<\/em><\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-3978\" data-postid=\"3978\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-3978 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>for Diane I was driving the old Dodge wagon again, with Coke cans rolling to the front at stop signs, and you rubbing the dash every so often to thank the car for not needing the spare tire we hadn\u2019t fixed. We were on a trip that felt like going to your father\u2019s camp, only [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2341,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3978"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2341"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3978"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3978\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4065,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3978\/revisions\/4065"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3978"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}