{"id":15511,"date":"2019-08-01T01:00:45","date_gmt":"2019-08-01T06:00:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=15511"},"modified":"2019-08-01T01:32:42","modified_gmt":"2019-08-01T06:32:42","slug":"buying-ice-at-the-wawa-for-my-wife","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15511","title":{"rendered":"Buying Ice at the Wawa for My Wife"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the back corner of the store,<br \/>\nin the freezer that is never<br \/>\ndefrosted, seven-pound bags of<br \/>\nice are packed in blue-gray plastic.<br \/>\nThey are piled from the bottom shelf<br \/>\nto the top and hard to unwedge<br \/>\nwithout tearing, cold on my fingers,<br \/>\nwet against my thighs when I<br \/>\nlug the load to the counter, where<br \/>\nI stand before the checkout girl,<br \/>\nfourteen pounds drooping from each wrist,<br \/>\nchuckling at her joke about me<br \/>\nbeing the life of the party,<br \/>\n&#8220;Ice Man,&#8221; the nickname she calls me.<br \/>\nI always imagine the way<br \/>\nher face would crack and tic if I<br \/>\ntold her why I buy all these bags,<br \/>\nthat my wife is sick, that the ice<br \/>\nsettles a sour stomach caused by<br \/>\na weakened heart, that she has no<br \/>\nappetite, that to my wife, hard<br \/>\nice nuggets feel like food. Instead,<br \/>\nI clamp ten bucks on the counter<br \/>\nnot asking for change, refusing<br \/>\nto melt even a little as<br \/>\nthe automatic sliding door<br \/>\nrattles me back into the heat.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15487\">ROBERT FILLMAN<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the back corner of the store, in the freezer that is never defrosted, seven-pound bags of ice are packed in blue-gray plastic. They are piled from the bottom shelf to the top and hard to unwedge without tearing, cold on my fingers, wet against my thighs when I lug the load to the counter, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2041,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[59],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-42b","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15511"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2041"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15511"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15511\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15512,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15511\/revisions\/15512"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15511"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15511"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15511"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}