{"id":341,"date":"2019-12-15T00:51:00","date_gmt":"2019-12-15T00:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/?p=341"},"modified":"2019-12-09T04:58:10","modified_gmt":"2019-12-09T04:58:10","slug":"waltzing-through-ramshackle-barn-dance-by-sara-parrott","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/2019\/12\/15\/waltzing-through-ramshackle-barn-dance-by-sara-parrott\/","title":{"rendered":"Waltzing Through Ramshackle Barn Dance by Sara Parrott"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>Not  everybody  wears  pants.  Some  in  fancy  dress <br>show   their   shins.   Asking   for   a   dance   is   easy <br>as   a   bare-knuckle   shoulder   tap   but   if   you   offer <br>a  touch  more,  you  might  just  rile  the  backbone <br>of   a   would-be   partner\u2019s   partner,   ready   to   hand <br>you   a   straight-arm   shove   through   a   horse   stall. <br>Cowboys  can  be  fishermen.  The  fishiest  pool  in  a <br>corner  nearest  the  door  like  land  grabbers  waiting <br>for  a  starter-gun  blast  or  a  swig  of  whiskey  from  a <br>flask  etched  with  thirsty  initials.  The  best  hoofers <br>swill  beer.  But  when  a  tipsy  liquor  spill  leads  to  a <br>thunderclap  on  the  jaw,  drawing  spittle  and  blood, <br>the   stout   man   with   a   megaphone   and   wrinkled <br>mud  on  his  boots  shouts:  <em>Bleeding\u2019s  normal,  folks. <br>Bleeding\u2019s normal.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:14px\"><em>For Sara Parrott, square dancing in gym class was an annual treat. She stumbled through quick calls to allemande left and dive for the oysters. The rough and tumble undercurrent of who got to dance with whom sparked her heels. It lives on in Waltzing Through the Ramshackle Barn Dance.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":384,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-341","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-prose-poetry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/ardian-lumi-6Woj_wozqmA-unsplash-scaled.jpg?fit=2560%2C1707&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/341","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=341"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/341\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":385,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/341\/revisions\/385"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/384"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=341"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=341"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/truechili\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=341"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}