{"id":892,"date":"2006-06-10T21:03:35","date_gmt":"2006-06-11T02:03:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/69.50.194.231\/~vqplgdbg\/?p=892"},"modified":"2006-06-10T21:03:35","modified_gmt":"2006-06-11T02:03:35","slug":"and-if-l-get-melancholy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=892","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;and if l get melancholy,"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>which can happen,I expect you to be<br \/>\nmy companion and solace me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ben Rumson to Pardner, Paint your wagon, 1969<\/p>\n<p>I like a musical,even though I&#8217;m straight, and dad did too- he had a big booming baritone, which could be crystal clear or gravelly and whiskey rough depending on his mood and his health. <\/p>\n<p>Dad would sing the songs from those movies, movies he and mom had gone to see together, some when they were new. In the June before he died, he&#8217;d had some back trouble due to an injury at work, and I spent a weekend with him while mom visited with family, he&#8217;d just bought a new VCR and we rented &#8220;Paint Your Wagon&#8221; (In which Clint Eastwood actually sings) (and sings fairly well, too) and we watched it together We watched &#8220;Hotel New Hampshire&#8221; that weekend as well, I was cooking for him as he couldn&#8217;t get around well. We were eating mostly bluegills frozen from the summer before, and beans and cornbread. <\/p>\n<p>Times like these, that dreadful melancholy spreads over me like a pall, thinking that he&#8217;ll never get to know how wonderful my daughter is, and how she&#8217;ll never know him. Then I think, He already knows her pretty well. And she&#8217;ll learn about him from me, I&#8217;ll make her feel his presence by telling her everything I can about him. <\/p>\n<p>I owe him that much, at least. I owe her that much, at least. <\/p>\n<p>Hang on to every moment with everyone you love, folks. I can&#8217;t say this enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>which can happen,I expect you to be my companion and solace me.&#8221; Ben Rumson to Pardner, Paint your wagon, 1969 I like a musical,even though I&#8217;m straight, and dad did too- he had a big booming baritone, which could be crystal clear or gravelly and whiskey rough depending on his mood and his health. Dad [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-892","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/892"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=892"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/892\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=892"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=892"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=892"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}