{"id":8936,"date":"2024-06-07T06:15:36","date_gmt":"2024-06-07T13:15:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=8936"},"modified":"2024-06-07T06:15:36","modified_gmt":"2024-06-07T13:15:36","slug":"wagon-train","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wagon-train\/","title":{"rendered":"Wagon Train"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Down the block, what appeared as a covered wagon straight out of a phony B Western rolled through an intersection of my neighborhood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Except for this covered wagon was being pulled by a man wearing a harness of some kind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was driving and halted at a STOP sign. Gray clouds dominated the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yes, a mini covered wagon. I&#8217;d seen them before around town. One of the neighborhood homeless men lived in one constructed upon a tiny trailer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The coast was clear and I began to to take my foot off the brake when I looked up and saw another covered wagon behind the first one. It was being pushed by a woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Another covered wagon followed closely behind. Then another. The last one had a mutt riding on top.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I stared at a homeless wagon train and they rolled down the street, not the sidewalk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Did they have a Ward Bond-type as leader? Did they eat beans and drink coffee around a campfire?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;ve written elsewhere about this reverse modern Oregon Trail\u2014a wagon train heading not to the mythic Promised Land and starting over with a homestead. But journeying an urban trail of survival and dissipation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Do they circle the wagons at night?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Down the block, what appeared as a covered wagon straight out of a phony B Western rolled through an intersection of my neighborhood. Except for this covered wagon was being pulled by a man wearing a harness of some kind. I was driving and halted at a STOP sign. Gray clouds dominated the sky. Yes, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8937,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8936","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8936","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8936"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8936\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8936"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8936"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8936"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}