{"id":1113,"date":"2012-02-01T21:10:38","date_gmt":"2012-02-02T03:40:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/?p=1113"},"modified":"2012-02-08T21:16:13","modified_gmt":"2012-02-09T03:46:13","slug":"1113","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/?p=1113","title":{"rendered":"the Hartman&#8217;s"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><div id=\"attachment_1114\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/hartman.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1114\" src=\"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/hartman-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"hartman\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1114\" srcset=\"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/hartman-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/hartman-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/hartman.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1114\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Hartman&#039;s<\/p><\/div><br \/>\na really hot hot summer day in late 1960&#8217;s my mother asked me<br \/>\nwhat i wanted for my birthday dinner<br \/>\nhot hot oven and no aircondition    ing<br \/>\nok my favorites hamburger and frenchfries and here we were lined up<br \/>\non the long table(hand crafted) Later:<br \/>\nMr. Hartman arriving like an anthology of darkness, writing his lifes numbers in little black books<br \/>\nand sometimes he would write to God, skipping through Jesus and right to the<br \/>\nboss of the house always six feet taller then anyone else, he never<br \/>\nwore jeans and grew tomatoes and roses<br \/>\noutside<\/p>\n<p>With the cuckoo clock on the rec room wall<br \/>\nscaring the simplicities of childhood right outta my ripped spaceman-pajamas. Modern<br \/>\nkitchen catching Thusday nights setting sun&#8221;Dad is gonna KILLYOU when he gets home<br \/>\nand yet&#8221;he never did murder.Just sits down to steak and mashed potatoes laced with speed<br \/>\n&#8220;Pretend we&#8217;re an unexploded bomb (she shivers and sighs&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>These two that got married in the rain one soft June anniversary day in who knows when<br \/>\nnineteen hundred and who cares. They drank and gambled fought and loved.<br \/>\nAfter too many cigarettes and Rock and Ryes on the rocks the kitchen walls<br \/>\ncollapsed and woke the ten children out of deep dark dreams<\/p>\n<p>                                 you are ATOP of a mountain of stairs The worn out gold shag carpet path<br \/>\nholding your siblings hands Down in the valley of kitchen the scream   ing makes no<br \/>\nsense. Constant.<br \/>\nA freight train flying by at top speed endless your necks straining for the end somewhere the caboose please<br \/>\nGod help the world is ending when your parents are drunk and fighting bells and lights flashing<br \/>\nfinally from the top of the mountain fog in the sobbing, someone cries out PLEASE STOP<br \/>\n<div id=\"attachment_1115\" style=\"width: 410px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/blogstairs.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1115\" src=\"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/blogstairs.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"blogstairs\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1115\" srcset=\"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/blogstairs.jpg 400w, https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/blogstairs-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1115\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">You are past boundaries of late night unheard of in your age.<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>a really hot hot summer day in late 1960&#8217;s my mother asked me what i wanted for my birthday dinner hot hot oven and no aircondition ing ok my favorites hamburger and frenchfries and here we were lined up on &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/?p=1113\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,86,8,42],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1113","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-addiction","category-art","category-mom-dad","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1113","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1113"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1113\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1120,"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1113\/revisions\/1120"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1113"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1113"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1113"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}