{"id":331,"date":"2010-05-17T16:33:02","date_gmt":"2010-05-17T22:33:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=331"},"modified":"2010-05-17T16:37:06","modified_gmt":"2010-05-17T22:37:06","slug":"here-comes-the-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2010\/05\/17\/here-comes-the-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"Here Comes the Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We sat on the top of the hill looking down on the stage. \u00c2\u00a0Overhead, stars twinkled in the sky. \u00c2\u00a0Across the amphitheater, over the heads of the crowd sitting on blankets and folding chairs, a great Oak tree stood listening.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/eggmen_southpark_meadows.png\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" src=\"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/eggmen_southpark_meadows-300x189.png\" border=\"0\" alt=\"eggmen_southpark_meadows.png\" width=\"350\"\/><\/a>\n<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.eggmen.com\/\">The Eggmen<\/a> had been playing since before the sun went down. \u00c2\u00a0With each song, the crowd grew and the number of kids playing on the playscape increased.<\/p>\n<p>Day turned into night. \u00c2\u00a0The band played Beatles tunes. The entire crowd sang along, sometimes waving their hands, great beaming smiles on their faces.<\/p>\n<p>And then&#8230;<\/p>\n<div>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces <br \/> Little darling, it seems like years since it&#8217;s been here <br \/> Here comes the sun, here comes the sun <br \/> and I say it&#8217;s all right\u00ef\u00bb\u00bf.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<p>We sat on the top of the hill looking down on the stage. The words melted the sour gloominess in my heart. \u00c2\u00a0A smile came over me, and tears came to my eyes. \u00c2\u00a0Trudy took my hand. And we sang.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We sat on the top of the hill looking down on the stage. \u00c2\u00a0Overhead, stars twinkled in the sky. \u00c2\u00a0Across the amphitheater, over the heads of the crowd sitting on blankets and folding chairs, a great Oak tree stood listening. The Eggmen had been playing since before the sun went down. \u00c2\u00a0With each song, the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=331"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":335,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331\/revisions\/335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=331"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=331"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=331"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}