{"id":6365,"date":"2020-09-15T06:58:35","date_gmt":"2020-09-15T13:58:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=6365"},"modified":"2020-09-15T06:58:38","modified_gmt":"2020-09-15T13:58:38","slug":"waiting-for-fogot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/waiting-for-fogot\/","title":{"rendered":"Waiting for Fogot"},"content":{"rendered":"<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-6365\" data-postid=\"6365\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-6365 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n\n\n<p>Sunday morning. Thick fog. Time as taffy like a friend wrote me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I walked a rural road. I saw an old man off the shoulder in a parking lot of an abandoned building. He was clutching a Bible in his right hand and holding it against his chest. Apparently he was waiting for something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The man was familiar to me. A year ago or so, he got catfished by the Ukrainians and lost his house, savings and sanity. He was now homeless and living in the trees somewhere near me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I approached him. His face was utterly vacant. I asked him if was okay. He said yes. I asked if he was waiting for a ride to church. He said no, then yes, then that he didn&#8217;t know if his ride would brave the fog. I asked what denomination of his church. He didn&#8217;t respond. Did he even know?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I told him to have a great day and walked away to the beach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A few yards down the road, I turned and saw the man reading the Bible in the fog, waiting.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday morning. Thick fog. Time as taffy like a friend wrote me. I walked a rural road. I saw an old man off the shoulder in a parking lot of an abandoned building. He was clutching a Bible in his right hand and holding it against his chest. Apparently he was waiting for something. The [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6366,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6365","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:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6365"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6367,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6365\/revisions\/6367"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6366"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}