{"id":226,"date":"2004-09-22T18:00:38","date_gmt":"2004-09-22T23:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/?p=226"},"modified":"2012-05-03T22:12:17","modified_gmt":"2012-05-04T03:12:17","slug":"nostalgia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/?p=226","title":{"rendered":"Nostalgia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We got another load of snow this past weekend and the temperature remained cold enough to keep it on the ground and streets.   I was sitting in traffic behind an older pickup truck when I caught a faint hint of an engine running slightly rich and burning just a little oil, a scent uncommon to our age of electronically managed fuel mixtures and hardened metal engine blocks.   For just a few moments I felt emotionally very connected to a time long ago when that scent was ever present on the cold weather roads.   I distinctly remembered some of the feeling of leaving the house on a cold winter&#8217;s morning with that uncertain but unquestioned sense of who I was and where I might be going.   Sitting there in traffic I wasn&#8217;t certain that I wanted to leave, but the light changed to green and I was compelled, willing or otherwise, to rejoin the transient touring of twenty-first century transportation types.<\/p>\n<p>I just thought I might share that with you all, but even as I was typing I could hear a faint but distinguishable voice from the back of my head whispering, &#8220;Stop it, Frosty, you&#8217;re scaring the children.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Sweet dreams.   Look for me in the mist.   I&#8217;ll be the one with the empty eyes whistling an almost familiar tune.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We got another load of snow this past weekend and the temperature remained cold enough to keep it on the ground and streets. I was sitting in traffic behind an older pickup truck when I caught a faint hint of <span class=\"excerpt-dots\">&hellip;<\/span> <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/?p=226\"><span class=\"more-msg\">Continue reading &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":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/226","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=226"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/226\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":256,"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/226\/revisions\/256"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/willowinthewind.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}